Our Magnolia tree usually stops blooming at the end of May, so I was happy to see one blooming this morning, and noticed many displaced stamen on the pedals
Then a busy bee showed up and pulled one off, and placed neatly on the pedal.
The Bee
by Emily Dickinson
like train of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flower goes,
Their velvet masonry
Here he is pulling off one stalk... |
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!
The Pedigree of Honey
By Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
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