Fields of Yellow  Fields of Gold

 

By Paula Lietz

 

the bees, ants and I

laid in fields of yellow

listening to petals sway

and observed anything

far from ordinaire

a seemingly chaotic

phenomena

to sustain mankind

an eloquent unfolding

was taking place before

my very eyes

each grain of pollen

a gamete ripe for ovule

oh sensuous nature

this voluntary movement

with flowers laden with pollen

in sync to the drone

gracefully offering respite

I swear they whispered

here bee, here

take from me your fill

and feed humanity

I wanted to help

but not only was he busy

he was a clever bee too

and buzzed

catch me if you can

so I ran and ran

in the fields of yellow

and never did find

that little fellow

 

he blew me off

like discharged pollen

leaving behind his stinger

 

 

 

 

Paula Lietz

Copyright 2012