A quiet joy evergrowing in volume,

As bees shaking off the smoke,
Waking first with a hum, and then a symphony of buzzing and bumbling;
All full day of flowers and sunshine ahead.
Shrouded from the day,
You nestle into me (not quite gentle),
Like a burrow for the winter,
And I wrap around you (half hunched over),
Like a favored blanket in the evening.
 
Ever drifting towards sweeter dreams.