(September 22, 2013, 4:45 p.m.)
Summer ended
Just now,
Just this minute.
The bees didn't
Notice. They kept
At it.
Gathering nectar;
Drinking deep,
Spreading love
From plant to
Plant. The pace they
Keep from blossom
To blossom is
No less frantic.
No more so. Busy
As a bee is a
Well-earned
Cliché.
Summer ended
Just now.
Shadow angles
Shifted a degree,
And the air
Cooled.
Just now,
Just this minute,
Autumn arrived
Suddenly.
Wood needs cutting.
What was sown
Needs reaping,
And a harvest
Moon will light
The way.
Here, just now.
Just this minute,
The bees didn't
Notice. They kept
At it.
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