through the harmony of northern flora
by the yellow half-moon and the blue star
you show me the way to the ship
in a gaze of silence
there will be fire in the evening
lit by the forest witches
leading us to catharsis
and harmonised disturbance
as the red-green and violet yellow rhythms
release in us the memory of a bird
twilight flowers and sacred islands
before the snow or threatening snowstorm
when God considered the creation of plants
and you became my angel in the making
(after Paul Klee)