Spirit of the hive

Spirit of the hive

Translucent golden elixir
Held up to flaming sun of day
Nectar of the gods within
The spirit of the hive comes to be
 
Old wooden cases
Through filtered morning light
Peeling  paint floats away
slowly in the wind

Lined up stacked in rows
in peeling painted white  
Against the green of rolling hills
 
Backdrops of old red barns
Grey tin metal metal cans sit idle
collect the  morning dew
As steam rises in puffs of clouds
Against the moving hive
 
The living collective of living hive
In the interdependence of living life
That makes the world we know
 
Delicate bees leave their nest
To make their journeys quest
In amongst the wildflower
A mosaic of pastel colors
 
Moving in slow motion
within Its quiet silence
The honey bee does
Its dance of life
Between the light and
Shadows of its stillness
 
Landing on flower stamens
To collect its pollen
Which cling as they descend
To make their journey home