There they are, bright and billowing,

Assembling just beyond the pond

Gathered in their summer finery,

To buzz about the garden sod.

 

From vernal budding, singing frogs,

Through spring’s unfurled leafy swale,

And marching through the summer meadow

Resplendent Monarch, Swallowtail.

 

First blush to blister, then to bluster,

October skies unfold with wind

Soon the snow will lay its blanket

And begin the year again.

 

So buzz they do, ‘round phlox and rose,

Their constant chatter keep;

While they can, they frolic frenzied;

 

Then to their hives, for winter’s sleep.

With next year’s garden dreams to keep.