A Foretaste of Honey

In the gentle June light

Of late afternoon 

Like a dog I stretched out

Amidst the clover’s first bloom

On a carpet thicker and richer in hope

Than any summer afternoon still to come

And there adrift on that sea of clover
I savored a foretaste of honey

Sweeter than honey itself
Sharing the bumblebee's virgin berth

On a voyage just begun

Adrift on the sea of clover