Gardening with Happy Bees - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Gardening with Happy Bees

 

                …for so work the honey-bees,

Creatures that by a rule in nature teach

The act of order to a peopled kingdom

 

-Henry V, I.ii.87-89

 

A bumblebee hovers in front of my face

No hostility; it’s simply greeting me

As I putter from pot to place to pot again

Messing contentedly with seedlings and soil

 

But honeybees race around me in formation

No hostility; they’re ignoring me

They speed from water to flower to hive and back –

After all, every flower needs a little love (wink)

 

Blessed spring hovers softly everywhere

As bee-sy bees sing their sweetest airs

Bees Disapprove of Us - poem

Lawrence Hall
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Bees Disapprove of Us

There’s nothing the bees care to learn from us
We talk to them anyway in our idleness
Having put away the hose or the rake
We’re in the mood to gab for a little while

But Calvinist bees fly impatiently by
From flower to water to office-hive
To check their quotas and hum their reports
Then speed back to their favorite flowered fields

They disapprove of us indolent men
And so rebuke us for our slothy sin

An Autumn Bee Ballet - poem

Lawrence Hall, HSG
mhall46184@aol.com

An Autumn Bee Ballet

The garden out back needs mowing, but autumn bees
Good bees at work and play don’t see it that way
And spin about in the October breeze
Wind-spinning in the sun their bee ballet

The freshening winds have motivated them
To gather up and gather in the last
The last of summer goods from limb and stem -
Their easy harvests of spring have long since passed

They work, they know the winter winds will blow -
So I must find a different lawn to mow

Two Kiddie Pools in the Back Garden, with Honeybees and a Dachshund - doggerel with a real dog

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Two Kiddie Pools in the Back Garden,

with Honeybees and a Dachshund

The dachshund loves her kiddie pool
The honeybees love theirs
The dachshund splashes to get cool
The bees mind their affairs

(Honeybees cannot launch from water, so I keep freshly-cut leafy limbs in their pool.)

Indian Summer - poem

(Very happy to have the computer back from the mender!)

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Indian Summer

Late, errant honeybees still swarm about
The hummers’ feeder in the afternoons
While lingering sunlight warms October days
Like lovers reluctant to say goodbye

Our little apian friends in chorus sing
A fading summer-song, before the frost
Sends workers home among soft, leafy ways
Of air and mist, over stubbled fields at rest

In that quiet hour before the moon
Ascends to light the autumn safely home

Indian Autumn - poem

Indian Autumn

 

Late, errant honeybees still swarm about

The hummers’ feeder in the afternoons

While lingering sunlight warms October days

Like lovers reluctant to say goodbye

 

Our little apian friends in chorus sing

A fading summer-song, before the frost

Send workers home among soft, leafy ways

Of air and mist, over stubbled fields at rest

 

In that quiet hour before the moon

Ascends, and lights the autumn safely home

Lawrence Hall

mhall46184@aol.com