I keep finding wonderful poems about bees and honey, or snippets of poem, or little pieces of text or lyric or thought. Why is it that poets like to write about bees? The sweet and the sting? The hive mind? The thrushing, droning hum of their buzzing?

Here’s the first of many posts to come. If you have favorite bee bits, please share!

from “Song” by Joan Larkin in My Body: New and Selected Poems:

You crashing the keys with
huge paws, pulling wild honey
from a broken hive.
Roaring your song at me
so you don’t have to sing alone.