The earth so dry beneath my feet
as melodies of bees fill the air
buzzing humming a tune so sweet
as if without a care
leaves have turned as fall we greet
a chill of frost we feel so fair
winter so close and soon we meet
snow will fall but do not despair
soon flowers will rise so discreet
and the bees melodies will be there
Taken with my iphone 7 plus
Poem By Andrew B.