Balancing

July 23 2009

It is a windy day.

The sun is full on and the scent of the garden rises.
I am in the greenhouse which cloaks me in translucent light,
The doorways and windows presenting crisp focused insights
Of the outside.

The Crocosmias are spilling brilliant red over dark lime green
Princesses of the summer who will soon be Queens
And they dance in the gusting wind back and forth
In and out of the frame of my vision
Which is delineated by the open door of the greenhouse

All manner of pollination is in process
The glittering and pulsing honey bees bejewelled with pollen
The larger velvet and obsidian bumble bees
And the crown jewels, the flashing hummingbirds
Aptly named
Their urgent low OM alerting me to look up

There, the wind fans the Crocosmias with vigor
And a hummingbird darts to scarlet,
Dancing unperturbed right alongside
Nothing daunted by the balancing act
Of sipping and hovering and maneuvering
It appears she is sitting on a waving baton
But truth be told, it is play
And she is totally engrossed in balancing on the wind
Dancing free with Crocosmia.