Wood Bees

The late spring frosts. Beside
the door the wood bees faintly twitch.
They started out with honeyed hopes,
but April made a switch.

So often our trajectory
with highest aim begins,
but frost can ground our would-be's
into half-dead would-have-been's.


-Yes, corny. I wrote this in a few minutes this morning after watching someone sweep near-dead carpenter bees (which she called wood bees) off the cold floor of an empty theatre in Harrodsburg. Wood bees and would-be's were just begging to be punned over.