Nature's Bounty (June 1996)

Natures Bounty

A multitude of moneyless trees
cast their falling blossoms
into my emptied pockets

All threadbare are the hedgerows
The Motherdie is buried
in a Pauper's resting place

Fumbling, buzzing bees
bumble busily around
unhoneyed combs

they bring no nectar
to my sad
unsweetened lips

But it is spring and perhaps
new fruits will sprout
Into natures bare coffers
...perhaps