Bumblebee

I am very excited to be joining Petra for her February poetry adventure. Every day a new prompt and a chance to join with other poets in writing.

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Today’s prompt, Bumblebee, had me scribbling in my notebook and then scribbling some more — four poems in less than half an hour— and then tapping yet another poem into my Notes app.

And then there was the joy of rooting around in my photo files. I have so many photos of bees!

Right now my garden is buried under almost two feet of snow. It’s lovely to spend time among the blooms, remembering the buzzing of bees long gone.

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a flock of furry sheep
gold dusted
humming among blooms

every purple lupine keel
holds delicate cargo
for the tireless bumblebee

dark and gold
visits dark and gold

elegant in golden furs
with cut-glass wings
bumblebee grips
wet crabapple petals 
with dainty black claws

how can she fly
with her baskets so full
of golden provender?

yet the bumblebee
continues to gather
more and more.

beach roses wet with rain,
bumblebee is here again

contented hums from
the furry black grazer,
gold-dusted delver,
shaking her rear
as she nuzzles further
and deeper into hosta's 
snow-cavern

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how busy hum
the autumn harvesters
in the goldenrod

hostas give birth
to black-legged
bumblebees

in late autumn the exhausted
bumblebee sprawls
motionless on the sunflower's
golden-brown face