prompt #8 — music (bees)
A collection of bees
with apologies to Sylvan Esso
Bumblees flicker through the four o’clocks.
Almost as large as hummingbirds
their ungainly bodies hang from wings
furiously pumping.
Among the cosmos, honeybees drowse
their bodies dense with yellow pollen.
And in the umbels of fennel and dill
tiny native bees dart like the tongues
of snakes back and forth around
Summer. The September sun a gold coin
suspended in a peacock blue sky.
Above my head bees make gentle music
High soprano rumbling bass
the sweet honeyed music of summer.
