Petals under moonlight,
clusters
on a night when the month of May
is ending:
the owls play their piccolos
upon the branches,
the crickets, their castanets
on the watery grass —

Rejoice
in the muted colors of the petals,
foliage and sepals,
beneath the cloak of temporal
darkness:

the greening of things
innumerable
blazes across the fields of this fertile
continent,
drenched in the early rain,
warmed by the beams of the morning
sunlight.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013

Photo Credit: Richard Thripp