winter bee

Winter bee,   your     flomoutious back     is speckled 

with   paper   lace   snow and stale pollen as you challenge

   the beauty of defying landscapes                  you 

Winter bee, long to define           “gratification” 

                                                                and “futile”           Hills mourn

   their lush flicks of grass       throunce you with their 

despair               Winter Bee, your asceticism leads you

through preserved rotwood in search 

of what the deadoak bark along riverbeds

consotorts

that revered fixation sears    your spindlelegs 

  more than the frostbite you       run a marathon with

Winter bee, I admire   how your name 

defies   expectation    you go     against    decreed complexions   

while your hive is cocooned

in expected warmth     

Winter bee, please be real

Winter bee, I love you

Winter bee, guide me to that rot-wood log and 

teach me the       spuruzal of quonarity 

I don’t know if you are real, Winter bee, 

or some random word concoction I slam together 

in the name of coping