Collectors these,
Unsteady flyers free
And amiable
In the gathering task
And work
To sip the draught
And honey heart
Of flowers
In their ripeness.
And somehow,
More the summer
For their busy
Singleminded focus
And adherence
To the well heads
Of fragrant,
Floral syrup.
And somehow,
More the flowers
As if fluoresced
In admiring presence,
For they ‘are’
For the bees,
Just
As the bees ‘are’
For the flowers.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
distilledvoice 
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Sure will
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Thanks so much. I am having a bit of a love affair with bees at the moment! glad you liked.
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I love this poem! Thanks for pointing me towards your blog, I’m looking forward to reading more.
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Great to hear that. I’ve discovered a bit of a love of bees this year so there are quite a few bee type poems – see tags on right hand side. If someone does give you the answer to the thistle drug question – do let me know. I’d be very interested.
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