Hummingbirds lose themselves in gladiola cups

Glossy grey of this enchanter, oh the eros of her canter!

We're Denali bound, tundra red and brown, will these clouds now life? Open up these hues, majestic rendezvous...

Before all the glow, bouquets of bird songs wrapped in silver ribbons of wakening mist...

Holding without touching, touching without holding, we're drifting, riff-gifting...