Where bees pray

On painted wings

Step into the sun

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There’s more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
~ Elton John, Tim Rice

blk B head on (2)

Photo by Richard Fogg

 

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