In the Night Garden

In waves of pink,

azaleas surge,

crashing on night's shore.

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Half moon, white peony,

light night together -

heaven to earth, and back.

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Night wears

filigrees of leaves, set

with her bauble, moon.

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Bewigged, crabbed branches

shake bouffant blossoms

at that suitor, moon.

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Arms crossed,

plum tree hides a prim smile

beneath her cerise cloche.

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Creek rushes, whispering.

Wind chimes faster, faster.

Treetops toss, breathe, breathe.

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