RUNNER BEANS
Spring
I’m in love!
The bees are in love
with my white-flowered
runner beans
Summer
There are beans
where the bees have been
on my runner beans
Autumn
My runner beans
are have-beens
Winter
I have big fat beans
drying in their pods
Inside them all
are little ivory gods
waiting to spring
ways with words in the city of Wells 
What a dear poem that leads to treasure.