Pollen

wind shakes pollen 

from cedars which

settles on surfaces

rain will sweep 

into pollen filled puddles

we'll see 

when day comes 

pollen tinges the pavement

matches yellow stripes on bumble bee's 

black mohair suits in our bee garden yard

where bulbs have flowered 

trees unfurl leaves

blossoms fall

the sun's shadow creeps

eastwards

as the sun sets 

so all things grow

will continue to grow 

when the sun reverses

I pay close attention now

to living things

birds that sing

bees that wing

for all things that grow

grow old

before we can die

we must live.

Dick Russell © copyright 2024

         Richard M Russell