On a cold day, early in November, I noticed
a lone bumblebee clinging to an outdoor window
screen. It was barely moving. Being so cold, I
knew that it would not bite me . . . so I stroked
its back ever so gently. Left alone, it tumbled to
the ground in the perennial flower garden and
found a secure crevice near the house's foundation
and disappeared.
B U M B L E R S
In summer
bumblebees
skim through
bundles of blooms.
They gather
sweet
syrups.
Load up
packs fo
yellow dust.
Come late fall . . .
a slowdown to
survive.
Hibernate on through
winter's
sting.
