IF I WERE A BEE........

"Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly wings, bumble bee wings...we should not underestimate the size of these heavenly wings.." - Munia Khan

THE ROSE and the BEE by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

If I were a bee

 And you were a rose

Would you let me in

When the grey wind blows?

Would you hold your petals

Would you let me in

to find your heart

If I were a rose

And you were a bee

You should never go

When you came to me

I should hold my love

On my heart at last

I should close my leaves

And keep you fast.......if I were a bee........

"The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For us it is to know that and wonder at it." 

                                           -Jacques Cousteau

 Photographs 2021

What a world we live in.....

 NATURE by Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity, so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

 Nothing is cheap a coarse, neither dewdrops nor snowflakes. What a world we live in, where myriads of these little disks.....

 so beautiful to the most prying eyes, 

 are whirled down on every traveler's coat, 

 the observant  and the unobservant,

 on the restless squirrel's fur, on the far stretching fields and forest,

 the wooded dells  and mountaintops.

 Far, far away from the haunts of men, they roll down some slope,

 fall over and come to their bearings, 

 and melt or lose their beauty in the mass,

 ready anon to swell some little rill.....

 with their contribution and so,

 at last, the universal ocean from which they came.....

 2017. "Nature" an essay from H. D. Thoreau. (From 1000 Beautiful things. 1948)

JULY DAY

  ( JULY By Elizabeth Barrett Browning) ( Oh yes, I've been reading again..... with Spencer on the porch. He sleeps thru most of it.)

 The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday
                                                                 Among the fields above the sea....

                               Among the winds at play......

                                   

                                      Among the lowing of the herds.....

(Concord Grapes for wine)

                                                                The rustling of the trees.......

            Among the singing of the birds, and the humming of the bees.

                                                          

                                         The foolish fears of what may happen.....

(Cordelia snoozing on steps)

                         I cast them all away..................

         Aong the clover-scented grass.................

                                                                           Among the new mown hay................ ( Plums drooping)
                                                             Among the husking of the corn................

 ( Smokey nods)

             Where drowsy poppies nod................

                                                          Where ill thoughts die....

(Sweet peas)

                                                    ..................and good are born.................

 

                                                  ....Out in...........

                                        .....................the fields of God.

                                  (Spencer still on his chair while the sun starts going down.  )