Painted Honeycomb.

A reason to connect with a future 

the imagery of a tee pee drawn from lens 

of smoking stacks viewed 

from a rushed lined stream of cast memory’s

as it often takes ten Spring bees to make a new season of honey 

one bear moved to ruin the honeycombs 

the skyline a reason to connect with a future

Where you once lay your head under clouds

I see you braid your hair in tangled strawberry beds 

As Stone hands clasp hilt of sword 

imperial wisdom of spring Tumbling along 

riding out the downs of forget me nots

And furrows along tempered storms

as we watch the sails that Past turning watermills of a 

Revolution and mastery of the elements.