The Flowers & the Bees
Hope that never fails

Through Autumn’s death
When climbing cold catches our breath
And the winds sow
The fall of snow
And barren trees,
Flowers glow and bear into the freeze

And brooding still are laden bees
That work to brace
As one before life flees
From what they soon will face
The birds depart
But they still build
To fit the hive
With hope instilled into the next
So the brood may thrive
In joy not vexed

Honest work never to fear succumbs
When wintry shadows loom
Where Summer’s feast has left its crumbs
Then comes the hope that toils
In every push
Vetches, Trefoils, and Cinquefoils
Asters, Toadflax, and bush
To paint her joy
On Winter’s ploy

Unfazed by frosty scene
She shapes such a hand
That time must wean
To show the band
With whom we all live still
That we can learn our fields to till
And stand more filled with breath
Our walk made strong by death

Some species of flowers do not stop bearing fruit until the extreme cold of winter. Hovering above them are the bees who gather their pollen to ready themselves for what they will soon face of ice and blizzards. This late activity is a wonder as the lakes mirror the sky’s migrations. Here, we see nothing selfish but tenacity as a hope that protects the future.

As the winter nears in Ontario and the foreboding and gloomy October clouds dampen the mood, I still get much joy watching such tenacious actors as the Heath asters; the Golden Rods; the Clovers; the New England Asters; the Cow Vetches, the Bird’s-foot Trefoils; the Rough-fruited Cinquefoils, the Chicories; the Field Sow Thistles; the Butter-and-eggs Yellow Toadflax, and even the vastly diminished Dandelions. They paint the fields as companions to carpets of fallen leaves. Nature’s patient work of continuing hope in changing seasons nourishes the heart.

As I gaze upon these flowers and bees that are blown about by autumn winds, I am thankful for their resilience. They speak to me of life’s hard lessons that may seem grievous in the present. These lessons do their work in our future so that looking back we may remember from where their encouragement came; looking forward we may find fresh wisdom for our journeys.

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