SUMMER WINE

 

THE AMBER BEAD

As a bead of amber captures a fly
So does the flesh of a peach
Encapsulate my halcyon eye.

The fly buzzes above weeping bark
And watches the summer ooze,
Harden, and grow dark.

When one by one the cells ensoul
And glow in the boreal sun,
Why, he must have his golden bowl.

He dives into the honeyed trap,
Needle to desire’s dangerous thread
Mummified by sap.

That gorgeous buzz is drowned;
Crazed, it died without a sound.