A Field of Gold

Oak Tree in Field

© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


A sputtering drone lurched into view

Spurred on by a spring-fed breeze

Settled atop its rich golden coup:

A sunflower field, seized by bees.


Nectar rife in each stout bloom

“I’m in heaven,” spoke the bee

“A taste of honey in each fat flume

A field of gold just waits for me!”


It cruised with utmost accuracy

In its field of dreams that spring

This was plain-and-simple piracy

Such colonial dining, on the wing.


“Golden sweet powder for me, for me

My gift is my work, and I work to give

Thus, God made me a bee, so SEE!”

Day 2 0f NaPoWriMo

But . . .Is It Good?



©Jeanne E Webster


Kindness sweetens life

As honey drips like dew

Upon the thirsty honey-comb of life.


Beautiful thoughts drown out pain

That tore through tender flesh

In the powerless moments of life.


A gentle touch, softly given,

Eases a distressed spirit

And empowers a healing balm.


Eccl. 12:13-14

“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter.  Fear God and keep His commandments, for there is the whole duty of man.  For God shall bring every work unto judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil.”