His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
verse from Emily Dickinson’s poem, The Bee
It’s been in the news for several years now…that we are losing our honey bee colonies. In some parts of the world, humans hand-pollinate the fruit-bearing trees due to the loss of bee populations. One big reason for this loss is the use of pesticides. The resultant disease is called Colony Collapse Disorder.
In late spring, I revel when I see bees pollinating my 100 year old cherry tree. When I stand close, I hear the hum of bees doing their work. I love the sound of this “machinery.” I also love to see bees dallying in the bed of sunflowers or anywhere in my garden. Everything feels right with the world on these special days.
Even if you think you are honey bee savvy, take two-and-a-half minutes to watch this short youtube about this amazing and necessary insect. I learned something new.
What can you do to “call back the honey bees?” Write a poem perhaps? Then share it.