Look for a new post of Sunday Brunch every month on the first Sunday. This column features Tripod Poems, poetic micro essays inspired by three randomly chosen words. These words become the title of the piece, are contained within the piece and are developed into observations on life in the Southwest and beyond.
Two short pieces celebrating spring
Bumblebee – Skin – Flight
The musical piece, Flight of the Bumblebee,
by Rimsky-Korsakov, renders the zigzag,
rag-tag, rollercoaster, dizzy dart, flower flirting
flight of the bulbous bee in the frenetic ascending,
descending rapid fire scale in the key of C.
The bumblebee is a buzz pollinator.
He clings to the skin of a blackberry blossom.
Hanging upside down, he activates his flight muscles,
buzzing to shake loose the yellow pollen
inside the bloom’s tube onto his vibrating belly,
from where he collects the golden sticky substance
onto his hind legs to carry it safely back
to nourish the hive.
His buzz pollination
resonates at Concert Pitch,
a frequency of 440 Hz,
the note A above middle C,
the standard reference
used to tune an orchestra
internationally.
Precipitate – Chartreuse – Wallflower
The season proclaims it,
year after year,
loss precipitates renewal.
This restive wind combing
through chartreuse fields.
This gnarled almond blossoming
in ghost snow adornment.
This great horned owl nest
filled with fluff and chick hunger.
Another romping painted egg hunt,
munching walnuts at Winter Creek Ranch,
where Sam and Caroline coax
a joyous, wacky ambience
that plucks wallflowers
off their demure haunts.
I no longer count anniversaries
of disappointment. I am too busy
collecting the pollen of friendship.
Photo credit: Stock Photo
