Indian Summer

 
 Roses sleep beside the butterfly      
undisturbed.silent harmony      
Night young beneath a lonely star.      
The parish clock  strikes the quarter,      
What the hour I do not know.      
Time still in a 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  sleep.      
The year is late, winter soon,       
water lilies ,dream 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.