Last Waltz

Slow and drowsy Throughout the garden From one scent to another Fluttering here and there Dizzy and groggy Haphazardly They stumble Barely bumbling They dance with feeble wings They flit and hover The way they palpitate Buzzing in the cool autumn air Taste testing late bloomers Under that late September sun They perform most graciously Their final waltz of the year Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020 AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on September 16, 2019 for contest WHERE BUMBLES BOUNCE sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH