Sitting out in the morning light watching…
The bees get it on with the purple petunias
and the cheerful dahlias.
Three or four of the little buzzers
collect the pollen the flowers have to offer.
They are so full of the honey-making amber fuzz,
that they can barely lift off to fly
over to the next flower to collect more.
Their legs are covered in pollen leg warmers.
The flowers bend with their weight as they land upon them,
and they willingly submit to the bees’ adoration.
She sips her coffee in between the dead heading
that has become a daily ritual…
The bees – so far – have left her alone,
and she has reciprocated…
knowing that their presence
will bring more blooms,
to extend this season of light with color.
(First published 9/9/12)
