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Nancy Murdock What is that I seem to see, Possibly a bumblebee? Standing here in Hubbardston, Not too strange at all to find one. Sitting on its sunflower perch Digging in as if for dirt, The bee looks like a piece of fuzz - I wonder what it is she does. Is she picking up some food All to feed her hungry brood Or is it humans who will feed On tasty salted sunflower seed? No matter what she does today We know that she will earn her pay, She leaves no harm to flower or me But still I’m ever set to flee. I will not disturb her travel Or let my peaceful mood unravel I have her in the camera’s eye And snap the flower against the sky. The sunflower has a sturdy petal In paint, or fabric quilt, or metal. I celebrate the gold and green And hope this rhyme is fit for a queen. I wrote the above poem as part of a birthday quilt of the same name for my quilting friend Deborah. I knew that Deborah was the name of a queen, but it was a real surprise to learn that her name also means "Bee." Click here to view the quilt. It has several of my hand-dyed fabrics, and two of my photos (taken at Calico n' Cream in Hubbardston) printed on fabric. |
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