Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise their Master's flower, but leave it having done, As fair as ever and as fit to use; so both the flower doth stay and honey run.
The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
To gather in his fragrant winter store,
Humming in calm content his winter song,
Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips,
But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice.
The Lesson of the Bee
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy
.~ Emily Dickinson, ~ Poems (V)



2 comments:
This post is making me want to go right off to "the bee-loud glade" and "have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow." Oh, we have a lot to learn from the bees!! Smiles and hugs to you, xo Kari
Lovely photos. Made me think of the movie, The Secret Life of Bees. Sue Monk Kidd wrote the book - I believe it was her first fictional. Our little creatures may be small but they work very hard to assist Mother earth.
Post a Comment