The honey locust’s blooming and the bees
Are out in force. This isn’t Innisfree.
I don’t live alone in this bee-loud glade.
They can’t be bothered with me underneath
Their tree. It’s harvest time for them. And me?
I guess it’s also harvest time for me.
I’m harvesting the pollen of the day.
It’s early Spring. A gentle sun is warm
And not oppressive like it is in June.
Calendulas have volunteered again
A ragged carpet yellow, orange, and red.
Zebrinas are a couple weeks away
And four o’clocks have barely started here,
But they’re on China time so what would you
Expect. They’ll open with the dawn and bloom
All day until the afternoon then close.
The accidental forest’s waking up.
It’s time to weed, and dig, and plant, and rest.