The apple orchard hums,
Bee-fully content,
Flower petals relax their budded fists
Revealing scented, open hands.

Immersed in pink and white,
Lungs filled in apple scents,
I wander, camera ready-height
Capturing...or so is my intent...
Bee-full flowers and flower-full bees.

Yesterday was winter;
Tonight must come a storm...
Skies to the south and west are gray.

But now I stop to breathe an hour,
Walk out among the apple trees,
Look up through heavens of flowers,
Revel with the honey-drunken bees.