Libation Early summer The field is flush With bees and purple The smell a saturation of candy Bees know they can produce A delicious elixir from this nectar The purple colour draws them in And me too There must be that sense The scent associated With the nutrients my body requires It is bliss Sitting in my own field Barefoot with ticks and bees First summer dresses of the season My basket in hand Filled to the brim with clover I’ve learned from my mistakes Do not harvest after the rain Wait until the sun warms And the scent returns, heady with The promise of a glorious day Those precious jewels, dried Carefully in trays Won’t turn brown in jars Set away for winter months and The coming spring A friend's mug when left empty of coffee A meetup Refilled with freshly garbled herbs and water Her face lights up This is not like store-bought teabags, she says An offering Of Love Of peace New friends And old friends Sharing The longings Of our hearts Between breaths and sips An attentive ear listens The pleasing aroma Assuages any fears If we bared our true selves The part deep within That is known before we see the light of day