Alfresco, Sonnet from X10 Options

[Larry]

Alfresco

Cold winter’s dying present to the spring
is swallowed by a burgeon green. Arise
bright flowers, lift your heads; let colors sing
a silent song for bees and butterflies

to dance through golden dust. In tireless streams,
small candy-coated feet waltz powdered plane
of petaled floors. Now laden, each one deems
it’s time to rise on wings of diaphane.

Fly over bowers or to honeyed home
to share that springtime’s sustenance. Equate
with mother’s milk or manna in the comb.
Food for a queen and hatchlings she’ll create

to take her place at Gaia’s grand buffet
ere summer’s sizzle takes it all away.