Sheer Pleasure of Pollen (poem)

The bees don’t hesitate– they go
Headfast into the glory of the rose
And if a bud is closed
They ply it open frantically
And push their heads
Between the petals,
Fluttering and shuddering
In pleasure–
The sheer pleasure
Of the pollen.

Copyright © 2014 Suzanne Ennis

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