another gray morning I wake
from a dream of the end
of the world it comes
without warning the alarm
a deafening buzz as all
the bees in the world
die in a hum at the end
of it all honey gone sour
and seeping
from empty hives like
sap from dying trees all
sweetness lost
sleet tapping the windows
a warning a sigh an
exhalation of hope
as I wake in a wonder
of fear from a dream at
the end of the world
a pattern of light on the wall
~sharon brogan may 02019
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