Bumblebee, Bumblebee


Bumblebee, Bumblebee,
What do you see?
Are flowers as big to you as a tree to me?
Are stamens your tightrope?
Is that wet petal like a mountain slope?
Do you dream? What is your hope?
Bumblebee, bumblebee,
I care about you, you see.
Without you, there might be no me.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

39 thoughts on “Bumblebee, Bumblebee

  1. ❤ Aw Brenda this is SO lovely. The poem is perfect and the photograph of the Bee even more so.
    I adore Bumble Bees – and love to watch them collecting their 'swag'. I'm quite sure my neighbours must think I'm crazy – I've been known to follow a Bumble Bee around my garden, watching it as it stops and tastes all my flowers.

    Oh heck – I've just realised that I'm a Bee Stalker!!! eeek! 😀 ~ Cobs. x


  2. I used to be terrified of bees, anything small that buzzed! Not quite so terrified now, but it is very true what you said ‘Without you, there might be no me’ that makes being afraid of them so silly. They are life to us, not death! 🙂


    • It must be quite beautiful. The macros people have been taking of flowers are amazing: the patterns and details on tiny things. And those compound eyes, I wonder if they see three-dimensionally in a way we can’t.


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