a summer walk

I walk alongside the barbed wire fence where the sun rests on my right shoulder. I'm standing tall among chicory, Queen Ann's lace, daisies, teasel & morning glories watching the insects gather pollen. They're situated in a rush of blues, whites, yellows & purples. 

I'm adrift in a weeded community looking up to the blue sky, cotton white clouds. I feel a cool, summer breeze wash my face. A tick climbs from this forest of color I'm immersed in and latches to my thigh like a child to a tree.

Walking with the sun to my left shoulder now. I've turned to see a salted bumblebee on a partially bloomed teasel. Its tasting purple sweetness along its circumference. I've bent down to meet the bumblebee on its clockwise rotation, closing this chasm between us. It engages me for a moment before continuing its work beneath the midday sun.

9 comments:

Rambling Woods said...

I love that you noticed and included the bee...perfect..

gigihawaii said...

You write very descriptive prose, like poetry, it seems. Keep it up!

Al said...

Except for the tick, that sounds perfect. Great shot, I love the bee (as long as it's not near me).

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely, bees are wonderful creatures, so glad you enjoyed meeting this one!

sandy said...

I like this!
The color of chicory is one of my favorites, and I have tried several times to get it started here, but can't make it go. It grows along the road everywhere. (but here)

Kay said...

This post is a beautiful poem. Ahhh... I see gigi has said the same thing. You have a gift with words.

Rose said...

Wonderful photo...and I do hope all is well with you.

Cassandra said...

What a beautiful image of mother nature. Even a tick has its place.

Linda H. said...

A beautiful photo and nice, descriptive writing.

Tonight I watched bees buzzing around our jasmine in the garden.