Nature Waltz

They buzzed in their dance,
and we watched them, entranced
by the light, while the sway
of the blooms on display
played a waltz for this day

adrift in birdsong phrase,
a soporific daze . . .

we dozed some, but blink, think,
time’s gone with a wink, but
a phase, we forget, and
regret we forgot, yet–
how we swooned to the tune
of dazzling bee-buzzed day–
and yearning crooning moon.

An early dVerse post, where Björn asks us to “Meet the bar waltzing.” Today is also World Bee Day.