Night flies on out-flung turquoise wings
folding feathers of fucshia and the taste
of pressed gold into cloud shapes and the
roaring of the poplars in the wind.
Grass shadow stretches earthwards and
upwards grey as dusky earth and the colour
of the toad waiting for the light music to fade
and the tranquil dark sea to rise and fall.
Cool seeps from well and water, earth turns
slow and stately as moonbeams, and life walks
on slender bufonid legs into the leaf-rustle
hush of the star-dimpled night ocean.