Member Poem

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.