The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on late summer bees continuing their patient work among fading flowers, finding abundance not in endless plenty but in…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on a jar of honey as summer preserved, where flowers, sunlight, and the labor of bees become sweetness that…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on wilted zinnias in high summer, where beauty endures strain, bends under heat, and finds renewal again in evening…
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