The Telling of the Bees

from Leaving the Land of Before by Sara Ayers

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on this, on this, this darkest day
no solace, none serene
for the time has finally come
for the telling of the bees

we'll drape their hives with mourning cloth
and lift them up and round
and burn the sage around the hives
and knock the keys against the ground

to tell the bees the saddest tale
that we could ever tell
that she is gone, she'll not return
and our hearts are lost as well

the mice are listening beneath the floor
and the sparrows in the greenest trees
and the spiders in their sleepy webs
wait to hear the telling of the bees

and all the ghosts of winter
and the shadows in the field
and the fish beneath the icy river
strain to hear the telling of the bees

we'll drape their hives with mourning cloth
and lift them up and round
and burn the sage around the hives
and knock the keys against the ground

shake her teeth inside the jar
hear them clatter on the glass
all we have is what she was
for the sweetest times never last

look for light and I know that you will find it
look for dark and that's all you'll ever see
but soon enough all that's left to do
is the telling of the bees

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from Leaving the Land of Before, released August 24, 2018
Composed, performed and recorded by Sara Ayers

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"This is music to conjure lofty dreams of perfect love, to tell trans-galactic science-fiction epics, to examine the inside of a grain of sand." -- Michael Hochanadel, The Schenectady Gazette

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