HONEY BEES - On a Warm Summer’s Day.
There’s the flower-fuelled hum of a hundred honey bees
Golden grains of pollen on their furry little knees
Round the pastel petals of the winding Sweet Peas
Busily buzzing busybodies, these !
Relentless automatons, tireless collectors
Gladly, gleefully, gobbling up nectar
Working through the heat of sultry Summer days
Dancing round the blooms in the hot heat haze
Flowers in the meadows, blossoms on the trees
In summertime the honey bees cannot take their ease
Then in Autumn there are sugars in the fallen fruits
But - the wasps eat all of these
And in winter, who cares if the honey bees freeze?
But in summer humble hives are the honey bees’ home
And they lay sticky nectar in the cells of the comb;
That turns into honey for our tea-time delectation
Spread on top of butter on a nice slice of toast
Perhaps it’s worth a moment of considered reflectation ….
That the glutinous completeness
Of that blissful summer sweetness
Is the honeybees’
© nigel hallworth 2021