A work of art

A work of art; and yet no art of man,
Can work, this work, these little creatures can.
~ Geffrey Whitney.

B land

Photo by Richard Fogg

 

Drowsing forth a prosy song

 

Paired V

Photos by Richard Fogg

Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other can,
Deep in dewy nectaries,
Petal-walled refectories–

Apple-blossom, columbine,
Rose and lily, all are thine,
Yet, though oft thy weight they bear,
Dost thou know how they are fair?

What’s a lily? What’s a rose?
Down the golden lane he goes,
Drowsing forth a prosy song,
“Honey! Honey!” all day long.

~ Arthur Guiterman

Flight!

Flight

You voluble, 

Velvety 

Vehement fellows 

That play on your 

Flying and 

Musical cellos, 

All goldenly 

Girdled you

Serenade clover, 

Each artist in 

Bass but a 

Bibulous rover! 

~  Norman Rowland Gale

The first bee of spring

B B 17

B B 14

Photos by Richard Fogg