Sunday, 6 April 2014

Someplace for Queens by Cynthia Sidrane

If you sit long enough
On the granite boulder
At the edge of town,
Gazing into desert spaces
Between compass cactus
And owl's clover,
Baileya and brittle bush,
You might notice a few bees pausing
Over yellow creosote blossoms.
Perhaps you'll see them flit away
All at once, or each in its own time,
Etching a path only they can follow
On the low blue sky to a hive
Hidden in a lone mesquite
Where their queen sits on her throne
Combed with amber honey.

Cynthia Sidrane, Arizona, USA

1 comment:

Karen said...

I love the color and light .