To Be a Honeybee

“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” -Matsuo Basho


And lo, the honeybees heed
the call of ringing temple bells
echoing in the fragrant flowers
enticing them to feast
on corn moon golden pollen.
As they venture into
each blossom’s beautiful shrine
they do so with sacredness
ensuring they never bruise
delicate paper-thin petals.
They work in utter silence
the only sound their hum
breathing in the memories,
living in this precious moment
being busy bees, loving being free
It must be so incredible to be a honeybee.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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18 Comments on “To Be a Honeybee

  1. Yes, I love how the bees heeded the call of the temple bells echoing in the flowers and their care while gathering pollen. Nature brings forth beautiful poetry. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.

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  2. I love me some bees, and I love this poem. I saw your garden on Facebook and I immediately thought of it as I read..lol. I live in Phoenix, I love the desert gardens.

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