Ligustrum japonicum shivers outside my window; not
from cold, but an attack of bees: Honey and Bumble.
They, enticed and tethered by its hypnotic sweet scent,
ravage and drink, humming hosannas in perfect key.

White corollas falling flurries present sacred offerings
for the soil bound; bounty from their nurturing deities.
Bombus with so short a time to live, a mere few days,
gifted their time now, at my window, to drink and sing!