|Carpenter Bee on Smooth Phlox|
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!
Ahh, July! It's hot/humid and the garden is filled with critters. Some are not as wonderful as the bees and butterflies we all love. I have to wear a mosquito net suit to be outside for very long. I thought you might also like Doug McCloud's poem Lovely Mosquito. It made me smile!
Lovely mosquito, attacking my arm
As quiet and still as a statue,
Stay right where you are! I'll do you no harm-
I simply desire to pat you.
Just puncture my veins and swallow your fill
For nobody's going to swot you.
Now, lovely mosquito, stay perfectly still-
A SWIPE! and a SPLAT! and I GOT YOU!
Garden Bloggers' Muse Day is brought to you by Carolyn Choi, stop by her blog for links to other bloggers celebrating Muse Day.
This post was written by Gail Eichelberger for my blog Clay and Limestone Copyright 2011.This work protected under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. Please contact me for permission to copy, reproduce, scrape, etc.