Here is one of the poems I have out now, in Birchsong Volume 2: Poems Centered in Vermont.
Recipe for Honey
Becoming the sound of bees is not as easy as you would think.
First, take a cup of despondency & fold in
With a pocketful of compasses made of afternoon light
& late summer pollen with just a pinch of sky.
Sprinkle some loyalty to a singular woman on top.
Add a penchant for following the crowd.
Stir in a saucepan on low-heat –
The kind of warmth that comes from
A late August sun at Lughnasa –
Once it all comes to temperature
Simmer and wait for the sound to come.
When it does,
Dive in headfirst
And hum.
I had a couple of poems in Volume 1, as well, a few years ago. You can purchase Volume 2 here
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