To A Bee in Clover

a white clover flowers in full bloom
Your unwieldy body
does not hold you back
nor drive you into the shadows.

Buzzing from one
white globe to another,
bending thin stems this way and that

you bumble on,
singing your soft song
in the spring light, while birds

trill in the trees.
Your short life unburdened
by worry or fretfulness, sweet nectar

is your one pursuit.
So my own modest cravings
will be to me a delight, no sorrow

for my frailties;
only joy for sweet hours
amid sunshine and clover.

Sherry Poff

Sherry Poff writes in and around Ooltewah, Tennessee. She holds an M.A. in writing from The University of Tennessee at Chattanooga and is a member of the Chattanooga Writers’ Guild. Her work has appeared recently in Mildred Haun Review, Artemis Journal, and Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel.