Don't Drink Bees

Brightly colored attire
Fluttering in the wind,
And in the swirling
Movement
Of the dance

Costumes blend into
A blur of color
A rainbow in motion
Single, brilliant palettes at rest

Excitement mounts
As midnight approaches
The time for fireworks

Reds, Yellows, and Greens
Are tossed into the air
Fly from the performers
As they dance
The season's final waltz

With the last swirl of color
Partners bow to one another
And retire
In their formal black and white

It is time for rest
And preparation for the Spring Fling