Honey in the Woods

There are times in life, each life and every life
when it all comes together
When the base metals configure themselves
for a day or a year or ten
to form a compound of peace so sweet
it's like finding honey in the woods

And I've wasted those times for the most part
Casting their precious moments aside
in conjecture over whether they would last
or were really ever good enough
or would be there again tomorrow
But I waste them no more

A honey-tree is come upon unexpected
A taste so sweet it begs me to savor
if only for a moment its miracle
And I must confess I've never found one
At least not in the woods and yet
I know they're there in reality and metaphor

Metaphor will do, you get my drift
and when your honey-tree appears
lay back and savor, try not to look ahead
Taste the sweetness of life in that moment
However long, let it wrap around your tongue
A found thing, like honey in the woods

- Jim Freeman -