Hyacinthoides and Bumblebees

In late June, the bumblebees choose their favorite bluebell blooms
(they’re all favorites),
weighing vivid petals with their fuzzy bulk.
I watch one dive completely inside a blossom,
twisting happily like a corkscrew.

In August, the bluebells begin to fade.
My Dad gathers seeds for me,
and I bring a bit of home back to my garden by the Bay.
A connection across the miles,
through the soil and the same sunlight.

The pollen-laden bees disperse their June work among tomatoes,
peppers, pumpkins and zucchini.
And the August flower show now shifts to white zinnia, yellow dahlia and
pink candy cane striped hibiscus.

Evening now, and the bumblebee babies choose the best blooms for their rest
(every bloom is best).
They dream yellow pollen-filled dreams,
while the heat of summer dusk shimmers over their delicate wings.

 

 

Windflower

The daffodils stare at each other.
Their yellow thread stitch
climbs through the fields–
tumbles along the freeway–
bright light borders dancing
along grassy patchworks and concrete walks.