Whoohoo - I'm gonna be a reader in the Emily Dickinson poetry marathon in Amherst on September 26. I hope I get to read one of the bee poems!
Like this one:
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for the bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
although I think technically a worker insect is female, like all hive insects - but I guess Em wasn't up on her apiology.
or this one:
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
or this one:
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn —
A flask of Dew — A Bee or two —
A Breeze — a caper in the trees —
And I'm a Rose!
My mother is also a poet - she won a contest with this poem about my late father We have rather different styles.