Archive for the ‘bumblebee’ Tag
Bee On Fiddleneck Wildflower — Image by kenne
Wildflower
“you cannot catch a wildflower”
he says.
“you are my wildflower.”
I am lost inside myself
my personal paradise
my own euphoric insanity
could I be as manic as I sometimes believe
to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet
and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves
exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow
I stand with arms stretched
spinning in circles like a tiny tornado
grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips
dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals
breathing in the heavens of the earth
feeling as if the sun was shining from within me
my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life
you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in
I am a wildflower
I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
— Amour de Monet
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Bee On Fairy Duster — Image by kenne
Insect lover of the sun,
Joy of thy dominion!
Sailor of the atmosphere,
Swimmer through the waves of air,
Voyager of light and noon,
Epicurean of June,
Wait I prithee, till I come
Within ear-shot of thy hum,–
All without is martyrdom.
— from The Humblebee by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Bumblebee on Aspen Fleabane — Image by kenne
Before moving to Tucson,
“I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.”
— kenne
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Bumblebee On a Thistle — Compositions by kenne
Photography
is all about light,
composition and,
most importantly,
emotion.
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Image by kenne
“Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
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!”
— Nature, Poem 15: The Bee by Emily Dickinson
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“The world is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first,
nature is incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on,
there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine beings
more beauty than words can tell.”
— from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman,
- Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” (leiterreports.typepad.com)
- Leaves of Grass (uglicoyote.wordpress.com)
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Bee and Thistle Image by kenne
purple, yellow, black
bee lands softly on thistle
nature’s awesome hues
— Sandra T.
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Bumblebee On A Fiddleneck Wildflower — Image by kenne
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