The Bee Patch

Cilantro growing
in devotion
of the
sun bursting
tomatoes. 
Greenhouse 
dreams on top
of a mountain
called 
Manor. 
Youthful
bee patch 
dreams
of rocking chairs
floating
on starry
nights 
and days
full of 
dancing
deer. 
Fallen stone
water well 
realities
of adulthood
call to 
me from
the dark
below.
Walk with 
the tribe
of Ferrell
cats,
kiss a 
German Shepard
for luck
and
taste the 
honey of
a new life.