Mono Monday

would have loved the energy of this busy bee today!  maybe i need to start eating pollen!

THE BEE - by Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee: 
A jar across the flowers goes, 
Their velvet masonry


Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes, 
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms. 


His feet are shod with gauze, 
His helmet is of gold; 
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid. 


His labor is a chant, 
His idleness a tune; 
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!