A Sonnet for the Queen Bee’s Castle

Shattered walls will rise again. I know this, for you are the builder: made of a fabric that paint cannot stain, nor concrete can break, nor wither.   You’ve opened your gates: invitations to stay and enjoy you, for those that would bother. Yet guests have delayed, or come in too late, and most have… Continue reading A Sonnet for the Queen Bee’s Castle