in the camellia, 
her rosy globes
are shining beacons 
on this chilly
morning. I take a step 
back and observe 
scores of honey bees 
flowing like liquid gold 
from bloom to bloom, 
multiples feasting together
on a gluttony 
of pollen-laden lollipops. 
Tiny legs shimmy 
a winter dance 
of gratitude 
as I dance a two-step 
in a gratitude 
of my own for this 
unexpected pleasure.