Thursday, 24 March 2016

A Photo and a Moment

Going into my bedroom to fetch a book, I noticed a bee on the window ledge. For minutes I watched, fascinated, as the tiny creature groomed himself. The fur, if fur describes the hairy coat of a bee, was smoothed and combed, followed by a thorough job on the wings - a compelling ritual. The bee on one side of the glass I on the other. When he had finished the bee turned and posed. Clearly not a wildlife photographer, but with an iPhone to hand, I recorded the moment.
Earlier that day I read that Edward Thomas, nature and WWI poet, made a journey by bike from London to Somerset in 1913. Sheep grazing in pasture, church towers rising above thatched cottages over a hundred years ago provide a pastoral record of a time and way of life never to be recovered.
The snapshots have a fascination and sense of a moment in time. Found whilst browsing on the BBC website among stories of global horror and Man's inhumanity to Man,I seized my moment with the bee as respite from all that I cannot influence or change. 
William H. Davies - twentieth century Welsh poet writes about having the time to stop and wonder.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare. 

This is my homage to World Poetry Day - 21 March.   

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