The Smell of bees

by The Cheesesellers Wife

I saw my first bee today, hearing buzzing while weeding
I searched for the little fellow and found him
Bumbling around the Lungwort
Buzzing with glee in the surprise warmth
Black, gold with a red bum
Furry and indomitable
He also harvests my garden
And mine depends on his

Its relief to see a bee today, with all the talk of their demise
Poisoned by chemicals that may yet kill us
Directly, as doses build, or indirectly
As my garden companions cease to pollinate
And harvests drop
The smell of small dusty bees
Will no longer tantalise my nostrils
Nor will the fragrance of food

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury

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5 Comments to “The Smell of bees”

  1. Love is in the air? No, that’s supposed to be Spring is in the air! Love is in the air all the time. I guess that’s why we all get “crazy”. LOL! Very nice!

  2. Lovely poem. Bees are charming, busy little creatures and very necessary to us all.

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