On the ground the night's frost chilled the
land but still the bees sung on.
The air was sweet but stinging, filled with
tiny particles of ice.
Sweet,sticky honey filled the hive as the
night trees glistened.
Their song played on. Work continued in
The bees grew stiff, the cold night air
penetrated their glistening wings.
In the morning, the beekeeper found them.
GHOST BEES. White with frost and frozen
to their posts. Workers to the end!