bonum nox noctis
In the blue blossom of the night
the willows wailed and the snowdrops cried
as the water glistened in pale harmony
the toads conversed and the fireflies blinked
birds went on sleeping in twigged nests
and the lily pads huddled together like field mice
the breeze caught on tree and flower alike to give a gentle whisper
a soft breeze
sweeping and sweeping in the blue blossom of the night















