It has a sting
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
A work of art
A work of art; and yet no art of man,
Can work, this work, these little creatures can.
~ Geffrey Whitney.
Drowsing forth a prosy song
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!
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
Photos by Richard Fogg
Janet Fogg / J.R.P. Fogg 