Bee Talk in January

By John I. Blair

When I’m planting hardy flowers in pots,
Soaking up the winter sun
And dreaming of the springtime
Yet to come,

Sometimes a humming honeybee
Joins me there, sharing
My appreciation for the sweetness
Of the flowers I’ve brought.

And I talk to it,
Saying nothing much
Besides expressing my delight
To be there in the sunshine.

I know that honeybees
Might not understand
My words, or even care;
Nonetheless I talk.

My thought: perhaps
What I’m talking to
Is a little bee that dwells
Somewhere inside me.

©2014 John I. Blair