Creation by Emma McKenzie

Pollinated by ‘Bee’ and ‘hexago’

A single Bee,

Solitary,

Weaving

Between

Lavender,

Thyme,

Calendula, lit like flames,

Alliums already burst and seeded,

Roses with their gentle blooms,

Pollinating what has been left undone,

Harbouring the mysteries of her kind

Back and forth

To her hive, a temple

To creation,

Held by delicate chambers

Of amber cells,

Was Jupiter right to gift our precious bee her sting?

When spring arrives

To warm the untilled earth

Bringing life and growth to every  bough

We wonder –

Will we see our Bees again?

We wait

Their vibrant Hum of flight,

The fragile wavering note

Of  life