All the pollen is gone from the flowers,

and the bees who had worked there for hours

have all disappeared. It’s just as we feared.

Fall has fallen and now nature cowers.

Cold moves in with a hint of first frost.

Losing plants will, of course, be the cost.

Leaves will flutter and pile, meaning in a short while

all the color we loved will be lost.

A long winter sees weeks dusted white,

glistening by day, reflecting at night.

Spring will seem far away, some time, April or May.

The return of the bees sets things right.