of the plight of the Vanishing Bees...
May from Mary Oliver
"May, and among the miles of leafing,
Blossoms storm out of the darkness--
windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees dive into them and I too,
to gather their spiritual honey. Mute and meek,
yet theirs is the deepest certainty that this existence too--
this sense of well-being, the flourishing of the physical body--
rides near the hub of the miracle that everything is a part of,
is as good as a poem or a prayer, can also make luminous any dark place on earth."
thank you Margaret for sharing this poem