Suffused to blazing chaos when the sky
Writhes into darkness and her empery.
Then throb the pensile gardens to a swoon,
The great rose-yellow petal of the moon
Curved, white and hovering above the trees,
Shivers a gelid lucency to freeze
The gold of sunset into coldest hues—
A monochrome of silver-tinted blues.
God’s pyrotechnics, shooting star cascades
Splash, sliding, sizzling, ever-whirling blades