Ode to a Bee

The messenger of Spring...

Swift bee, the gilded messenger of bliss,

    Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span,

What draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss?

    Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker can

    Carouse with dreams and dizzy waves of sleep,

        Or mocks the freshest breath of summer’s clime?

            Swift bee, a flame-plumed star of black and gold,

    Why do you with your mouth, completely reap

            The liquors that each golden bud does hold,

        And lulls with somnolence the might of time?

 

Oh, bee, you spread the tufted pollen clouds

     Like nebulae of opal stars crossways

The delicate, soft digitalis crowds,

    Which passionately garner sunbeam rays

    Within their coral shells. I can’t express

        How much your toil’s worth to coming spring,

             And how so passioned glide your wings around

    The purple, gentle harebell’s loosened dress,

             And make, through pretty hums, spring’s hopeful sound

        Oft too profaned by your most fearsome sting!

 

Oh, pretty hummer! Hearty worker! Bee!

    I see you roaming round the garden’s bend,

Where sweet, white daisies wreathe a canopy,

    And make you but a hearty, cheerful friend.

    Swift bee, the aching, swollen heart of mine

        Desires comfort where pain knows no ruth

            The buds hold, like rich garners golden grain,

    Ambrosia of the gods, dream’s honeyed wine

            So bring and let dear bee, such moisture stain

        My lips and warm my heart with spring’s bright youth!

 

Author's Note

Anything I can improve upon?

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your description and decisive writing is a breath of fresh air, well done, good read.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[Daniel Dawes]

Bee's are central to it all. Thanks for sharing :)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thanks for reviewing.

[Rita L. Sev]

Bees are indeed amazing creatures - this is the perfect ode to these important workers. I actually cannot wait to see them around here again!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Bees are amazing. Thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

Such a beautifully wordy poem. I'm impressed. You know bee is a decent rhyme for DDT? I know. I'm hopeless.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

All poets feel hopeless at times, but there's no such thing as a perennially hopeless poet. Thanks for stopping by.

[Ahena MK]

Swift bee, the aching, swollen heart of mine
Desires comfort where pain knows no ruth
The buds hold, like rich garners golden grain,

wonderful write ... wonderful read !!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Great show..

Keep Sharing!!

Good Wishes!!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you really gave me pleasure reading this...it sounds like vintage early american poetry..

and the bee deserves some recognition for something other than his stinger...

it is like the bee and nature making love and becoming one...

there is a softness about this poem, a delicateness that hums like the droning of the bee...

nicely done.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[MsJewel]

Perfect! Spring is right around the corner. A beautiful tribute to my favorite time of year.

:) Julie

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Scott Metro]

Wonderful old world styling and word choices..
Flows across the mind like a gentle cloud..
Very nice Gleb..

Scott

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott.....

[Frieda P]

This is blissfully delightful, who knew an ode to a bee could be so enthralling. Your words are pure ambrosia Gleb, your style is uniquely yours, stunning, this is magnificent my friend!

100 bumbles

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.