in the high heat
August fields fill with
goldenrod and dry grass
Pollen Painted
Swarm
like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
My Purple Satellite
circling the the garden
receiving sun
sending color
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Amarylis Did
with her stamens
she motioned me closer
come admire my details
Quiet Roar Of The Eastern Tiger
pollen on her back
and creation on her wings
Mining
mother load
wing-ed ones
gold rush
Parting Gift
sunflower
leaves her sunshine
behind
Beyond the Cosmos
petals orbit
the pollen planet
saturn of sunflowers
Each and One
all together
the bud, the bloom, the pod
circle of life – beauty at every stage
Rocket’s Red Glare
poppies pop
an explosion of color
with pollen sparks
Found
when work is joy
your calling is found
Paradise
bee’s nirvana
a pollen utopia
found in October
Without a Sound
Quietly peace comes
spreading through actions
like the pollen on the bee.
Foraging
Her pollen baskets full
the bumblebee takes her rest
and sips her fill of sweet nectar
Procreation
Five petals await
a most esteemed visitor –
the bee, prince of pollination.