Dance of the Bees
A swarm of bees
has congregated in our backyard
on the cats claw vine
that meanders up the lattice,
the blossoms lifting their short yellow skirts
as they flirt
with their pollinating suitors.
One tuxedoed bee in gold and black
approaches his demure partner with practiced ease,
flying, darting, dodging,
drawn to her scent until they embrace,
briefly, in a timeless rhythm
for a few quick moments hovering, lingering,
suspended on the ballroom floor
before the suave fellow flits
to the next timid wallflower
bowing expertly to her welcoming curtsy.
I watch silently from the shadows
of the lemon tree
entranced by the dance,
debating if I should interrupt
the seamless choreography
as I bend over
to pick up a long stick.
I am caught in the crosshairs
of the destroyer of dreams
with a bulls-eye
on my chest.
Lynne Hartke is enjoying the writing classes at CGCC. She has been published in Woman's Day, The Chandler Tribune, Christian Parenting, Children's Ministry Magazine and the Spring 2010 edition of The Gila Review. She is a mom of four, wife, preschool music teacher and a breast cancer survivor. Lynne is also writer and director of We are the Voices, a drama production about social injustices involving children.