How the bees with such skill and purpose
enter flower after flower
sing their way home
to create and cap the new honey
just to get through the flowerless winter.
And how the bear with intention and cunning
raids the hive
shovels pawful after pawful into his happy mouth
bats away indignant bees
stumbles off in a stupor of satiation and stickiness.
And how we humans can’t resist its viscosity
its taste of clover and wind
its metaphorical power:
don’t we yearn for a land of milk and honey?
don’t we call our loved ones “honey?”
all because bees just do, over and over again, what they were made to do.
Oh, who could need more proof than honey
to know that our world
was meant to be
and
was meant to be
sweet?
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My desire to dip deeper into reading poetry brought me Joy today. The happy title had me at hello; and the invitation to ponder "who could need more proof than honey" oozed with mystery. I read eagerly on.
I met up with flowers and song and a hungry bear satisfied. Clover and wind and a land overflowing. I have honey and bees “just doing what they were made to do” to thank for reminding me that our world was meant to be — and meant to be sweet.
Saturated with vivid imagery and meaningful metaphors, this literary feast got me thinking of just how sweet life is and how every sweet moment is cause for celebration. I'm glad I went and got my camera this morning — to help me celebrate.
Lovely poem - and I'm glad you got your camera, too. Looked at your settings so I can try to capture some of that beautiful bokeh like you did! Will let you know if I have any success!
I love your pictures and always look forward to seeing them.