In spring, my yard is in bloom with busy bees flying from flower to flower. I thought following them so close with my camera I would get an angry bee after me, but they were too busy to notice me. I shot dozen of pictures and selected this one bee to be my object of affection. I admit I was uncomfortable around so many bees swarming around the Azaleas.
The is an excerpt from Trapeze by Deborah Digges 1950 - 2009 "Telling the Bees"
"I fell to me to tell the bees,
though I had wanted another duty--
to be the scribbler at his death,
there chart the third day's quickening.
But fate said no, it falls to you
to tell the bees, the middle daughter.
So it was written at your birth."
Deborah Digges's poems rely on the relationship between humans and nature. She is the author of four books of poetry. The most recent The Wind Blows Through the Doors of My Heart (Alfred Knopf, 2010)
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