This toddler-tantrum world
needs a nap—
as under a snowy coverlet
bulbs sleep until spring comes
to bloom without fuss or fight–unfathomable,
the beauty that makes us—and bees—swoon
gold-dusted, what are their dreams?
A collective vision, pollen-scented harmony in ultraviolet color?
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is sleep.