Tuesday Poem: "The Wild Bees"

Over at the Tuesday Poem blog, we see a lovely poem by John Griffin. As explains this week's TP curator, "The Wild Bees" is "really a kind of love poem, an offering of soma or salve, a nectar meant to soothe the pain of a writer (a writer-goddess in this case) to whom, or perhaps with whom, the poet is responding." A stanza taste:

Veined wings made of water lift water’s weight
and flap water’s freight improbably into flight
where it hovers now before the portals of pollen
and fans antigens, powder down and dander
with such a busy buzz the glassine scales intensify
the air, evaporate the dew and vaporize your tears.

Online at the Tuesday Poem blog.