A bumble bee in ecstacy
is something to behold.
My primrose is his only love
and his pursuit is bold.
He dives into a yellow blossom
bores into its center,
stands on his head and kicks his legs.
No rival would dare enter.
He wallows in the pollen
with a kind of purring buzz,
emerges with the powdered gold
sticking to his fuzz.
He bumbles along from bloom to bloom
examining their tips
like a Cassanova lover
casually tasting lips.
I linger longer than I should
and watch with fascination
his abundance of exuberance
and zeal for pollination.
—Elaine Parker Akin
