Annals from the patio:

[brynmawr1]

I am posting this a little early as it didn't end as I had intended.  So, I am sort of wondering if it's working or not.

Annals from the patio:
Sulfur Cosmos Against a Morning Sky
 
Myriad suns reaching
upon spindly stalks
for the one we all watch
most having already faded,
inevitably, now
brown stars falling
towards tomorrow.
 
But the bees-
both honey and bumble,
having parsed ever slanting rays
return despite the waning
to the factory floor, humbly,
 
each day, they make light
of their labor mining,
every flower dwindling,
carelessly; that is to say-
what cares do bees have
 
for celestial turnings,
inscrutable in their duties,
even immune, perhaps,
to an unseasonable chill?
 
A foreshadow in plain sight
of the late August sun.