Twilight medicates
the hysterical summer garden.

Laudanum of luminous blue
doping

The artichoke
has a luminous violet-blue halo

like a gas burner
in smouldering

Last night’s operatic storm
has trembled a galaxy
of larval stars
from their high, milky-black

My old father’s bald summer head is French-polished

by slick sun, brilliant oil.
A glossy

I found St. Fiacre immersed in ivy
a hooded bearded statue
clutching a spade and bouquet.

He

The rain waves are hitting my windows
dripping down like pearls or teardrops
gleaming in the sun

Brides of Nature
to arrive on a cold day
with bitter winds
and a lot of snow...
Nothing deters