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.
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