Hydrangeas

Buds cluster

like tiny beads,

promises of gems set

in lacy caps

or heavy mops

that soon will

nod in intermittent time

with black bodies bees

and ruby throated hummers,

and invite pollen dusted

nuzzles from

bumblebees and

moon strung moths

who whisper

summer dreams.

But today buds cluster,

still green and sleepy

from longer nights and

shallow days.

Their secrets wait

for collected songs

by sun,

seeded clouds,

patient earth.

–June 12, 2009