Two diurnal natives of summer
meet beneath a sapphire dome tent-
to sing,
to dance.

His whirling robes
lift him in spirals
around her luminous petal dress, while she sways and rustles
to the rhythm of his buzzing.

His gentle pecks-massaging her green nape,
her sweet spot-
summon her nectary flow;
he gulps,
drunk on the offering.

Gently,
winter unfurls summer's azure tent blowing a dark mist across her petals. As she fades in the haze,
he hovers
through the fog
for distant warmer hues.