Hidden Honey

Wild BeehiveThe dry stream bed we followed left the sandstone and entered a twisted granite canyon, narrow and deep-shaded. A barn owl startled and flew, soft clop of wings. High on the canyonside was its nest hole, the entryway streaked with mutes. Striations on the roof of it were the weathered wattles of a wild beehive, the remaining honey cells like waxy lace.

That hive was abandoned. But when we dug at a damp place in the sand, water welled up and thirsty bees came clustering. Somewhere in that canyon there is a hidden hive.

 

3 thoughts on “Hidden Honey”

  1. hi B-

    lovely words and images. is this a photo or a drawing/painting? can’t telllllll!

    xoxo K Kristine Maltrud

    Founder/CEO ArtSpark

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