Confused little honey bee,
things it is almost spring,
buzzing around the feeder,
no longer has to dream.
The break in the weather,
the sunlight our of the norm,
teasing us with the season,
before tomorrow's storm.
~
I quivered at my thoughts of loving you,
it sent a chill down my spine as I
longed to be with you.
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