Marie-Laure and Jutta, survivors both.
The winter came, a strange time now.
Summer warmth, and sombre chill.

Mixed. Confused. Climate strangle hold on the earth.
The heat came hard, then snow fell deep.

Marie-Laure and Jutta fought on.
In and out, they flew. In and out, they flew.

I watched, and waited. Fed them a little bit. I admit.
I watched, and waited. The leaves fell around them. A little bit.

More warm days than not. YES! Many warm days in a row. It’s time.

Marie-Laure and Jutta, survivors both.
Two hives, many bees, some babies, some honey. Some pollen.

Nothing to do with me.
They stayed alive. Spring is here.
Marie-Laure and Jutta, survivors both.
Here we go!