Maureen Donatelli’s most recent poem to appear here was My Cat (August 2011).
Bee Fever
By Maureen Donatelli
By Maureen Donatelli
Snow and sleeping, cold floors,
things of winter hidden, shapes
without names sullen in weak light, waiting
for a tongue to pick them up,
take them home to thaw,
melt blue into a white page
where bee fever rises,
a fever difficult
to describe, but to say
it describes love
is easiest, so I leave them,
then, in a field
of yellow flowers, bright
under the full risen summer sun.
They say the word forever, ancient prayer.
