Under a sky of celadon
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.

Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.

I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks

And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.