A honey bee buzzes across a sea of marigold flowers
Settling on some, to fill money bags full of golden nectar,
Even as it comes across butterflies, and moths that share
The bounty of the golden season, stocking up for days
Cold coming up ahead.
The scents do overwhelm one and all in an
Intoxication that overwhelms the whole world
A satiation that brings with it a welcome cloud
Of drowsiness and golden dreams that cold days can
Help tide cold days ahead.
The day fills with buzzing sounds of zesty bees,
Colourful butterflies flit around, moths and flies sing,
Choruses that cricket's scary song to silence does bring.
The Nights do fill with a soothing balm of sweet, dreams
The coming cold to keep at bay!
The autumn day is warm and pleasant, warm tones
Of gold and orange fight for a claim, the yellow honey bees
Fly around busily with their money bags filled with honey,
The marigold and the sunflower await their guests,
Even as cold starts to lick the day!
A sudden blast of ice shocks the day, moths and bees
Pause awhile, marigold and rose nod their heads, in
A frenzy the hornet arrives driving all insects into action,
To collect nectar and food before the winter their goal!
The approaching cold awaits its turn.
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