Underneath the starlight, starbright....
a Lover' Moon glows clear and bright. 
guiding my foot-steps along the garden path.
What flow'r has open'd it's bloom to the coming dark, 
and casts its scent on a summer wind?
what will a maiden find
hiding in her bower so brightly dark?




sweatpea scales the wall by night
breeze? or brush of angels wings?

the breeze lightly stirs the cherub's strings

eye of toad

to think, perchance to dream
 

tigre, tigre burnin bright



all captured by the cell phone still in my pocket, while out watering my garden at dusk.