Poetry Sunday-Do You Talk To The Bees?




Do You Talk To The Bees?



Do you talk to the bees?  Well I do.  I wish them a good morning, with the sun’s first rays.  And as I do,  I give a wide berth to these buzzing teenagers, slow to wake.  They can be ornery, you see.  And if aroused, you might feel the sting of their wrath if they are still trying to sleep on their flowery beds.  They require a soft voice, and gentle touch.  Needing time to stretch their wings and get their bearings, they drink in the moment.  They linger over their first sip of nectar or sniff of silky pollen passion.  But once tasted, they move from plant to plant leaving their mark.  Letting all know, “I have been here”.



Catching the first light

Dancing through the morning scents

Waking to my day



© Donna Donabella 2016


I love to go into my garden and start the day by watching the bees sleeping on flowers.  And I talk with them as they are just beginning to wake.  Thanking them for being part of my garden sanctuary, and pollinating the flowers bringing us abundance.  They remind me to savor the beginning of the day, and live in the moment.


The pictures here are of those spring bees that wake early in the garden season, and do their spring dance bringing me indescribable joy.  This haibun poem is in honor of these precious bees, who are under assault from chemical warfare.



I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.

bee collage



I leave you with a few additional words about talking to the bees.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

talk to bees

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60 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-Do You Talk To The Bees?”

  1. It is not for nothing they are fondly referred to as busy bees!. They are and we humans unashamedly rob them of all of their efforts after that. Nicely Donna!


  2. This made me think of the queen bee…sat at the centre of the hive waiting for her young ones to return the pollen..perhaps when we reach a certain age we need that time alone..perhaps the temporary buzz of youth is exciting but still..a little quiet and industrious contemplation can be much welcome

  3. I talk to the flowers and stare at the bees; well i suppose to each his/her own

    Have a blessed Sunday Donna

    much love…

  4. I don’t have many bees to talk to in my wee balcony garden, but there is an enormous drone that buzzes around every now and again. I make him feel welcome, have asked him to invite a few friends… Still, he’s cautious, perhaps because of a few murderous wasps who seem to really like it around my place.

    This is beautiful haibun. The tone is sweet enough to make me smile for days. I can smell the morning in the tone, and it’s promising all kinds of things. 🙂

  5. I watched some playing bumblebees in my garden today, but I was out of words and just watched them drinking nectar.

  6. It can’t be easy to capture the bees at work with your camera. These are delightful views of a summery morning.

  7. So nice to see your garden friends awaken. I know they help you awaken in a different sense. The poem, the pictures all beautiful Donna.

  8. A wonderful haibun and the teenage personification of the bees, is delightful. I had to smile: after posting a poem about me talking to myself, I read your post about talking to bees. LOL Maybe it’s a June thing!

  9. Lovely poem and great photos – my raspberry patch is alive with bees but my photography skills don’t allow me to capture them LOL. Another blog I follow (Mum turned Mom) has a poetry prompt and this week the theme is dancing – you might like to look it up.

  10. Hello, pretty poem Donna. Taking an early morning walk in the garden sounds lovely. I do not get too close to the bees, but I am very thankful for the bee and pollinators. Happy Monday, enjoy your new week!

  11. I thought it’s wonderful to talk to bees…wow! Maybe I would stay safe in the past if I talked….well, now I know. Thank you for sharing!

  12. What a delightful Haibun. I used to love sitting in the garden seeing them busy in there buzzing by to say hello some even stopped to check me out but they never stung me though for I just wasn’t worth dying over.

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