The Beeman

As geese slowly cruise around the edge of the pond; small gosling’s hurry to keep up. The first light of the new day begins to peek above the horizon off to the east. A man with his coffee sits upon the deck and ponders his day. Mists of the early morning move like tendrils across the water and dew twinkles in the green grass of the yard. The Beeman, donning hat and veil, slowly walks the path towards the apiary just as a peach sunrise ignites a Georgia sky.