I

A pair of rough hands
Caresses velvet-soft petals.
Seasoned green fingers
Stroke and explore
The fertile soil.

A string quartet sings
Vivaldi's Summer concerto
And the music sails across
The autumnal air like a cumulus.
Flowers in gowns
Blossom at the May Ball.

II

As the sun goes down,
The flowers bend and waltz
In the ballroom breeze
By the river Ely.
Monochrome drones steal nectar kisses
On the old stone bridge.

When the music stops
And the tired wings' of the butterflies sleep,
Saturniid moths stumble
On champagne moonbeams,
Chasing their careless love.

III

In the crisp, new morning
When we emerge from your
Egyptian cotton chrysallis.
We shall drink in life
And sweet morning dew
Until the next May Ball.

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