Summer in the Methow

Purged from the hive,
she hovers, then
dives
into the stamens' glow

Spinning gold

A whirling dervish
on the Nootka rose.

I want work like that!
Work that makes me dizzy
Makes me drunk on sweet nectar
Finds me dancing
across the plush, pink petals of all that I love.

Kathy Heffernan