Wasps in October?

Wasps in October? How strange it is, as:

The green fades to yellow nicotine; leaves ablaze on anorexic trees.

Youth clings to summer forced to change, forced to age.

Hibernation lays in a slumber nature so old it is late.

The Days are shorter but the nights longer

The lonely lost stranger confused and dazed

A wasp in October...still?

She is overused, overworked, in a haze,

'I am tired' she thinks, putting her wings to rest.

'They will find me, follow my scent' she says.

Her reward is this, her time spent.

In a world that couldn't care any less - a wasp in October!