I watch a drowsy bee chew
Through its winter cocoon
And emerge on the edge
Of a sunny window ledge.
After a sullen start to spring,
Dandelions smile in dewy grass.
The first dragonfly helicopters past
The cherry tree and honeysuckle bowers,
Where flirty buds are bursting
To unfold a pink flurry of flowers
To bees, thirsty for their first heady sips
Of pollen from dew-drenched petal cups.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Earlier this morning, when I saw a drowsy bee on the windowsill and then a dragonfly passed by, I wasn’t quick enough with my camera, so I’ve used this image found on www.paisleynaturalhistorysociety.org.uk
The title is from the old English saying: ‘a swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon; a swarm of bees in July isn’t worth a fly.’