A Poem About Bees
Here is a poem from Emily Dickinson to inspire you on your artistic journey amongst the insects. Below the poem is an image found on Pixabay, photo credit is GDJ. I've included it as a fun image to play with.
By Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886) Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid. His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
Photo Credit - GDJ - Pixabay.