The bees

It feels as if Fall is here. Another cold morning...too cold for the bumblebees. Their dried up golden bodies still clinging to the thin branches of plants in our herb garden. Only yesterday they worked fervently moving plant to plant, as if extracting something delicious. Today they are lifeless, and I remember how much I love bumblebees. How this summer, they let me get close to them, seemed unafraid of me. Or perhaps, unaware of me.