Indian Summer

The rose sleeps beside the butterfly  
still,undisturbed.silent harmony.  
The night young beneath a lonely star.  
The parish clock had struck the quarter,  
what the hour I do not know.  
Time still in the heavy humid air.  
Children sleep as candles flutter,.  
Fragrant scents disturb,  hawk-moths  
search Valerian's drowsy flowers.,  
Families crowd the table,  an idyll  
rivaling all I read in nursery rhymes,  
curtains waiting  my sleep.  
The year is late, winter soon, roses fade.  
water lilies ,dreams of love.  
Valerian's mystic flowers soothe my brow,.    
I hear the hour, time is flown.  
Midnight now, candles fighting sleep.  
Quiet . . . close the bedroom door.  
leave the pots 'til morning.