I feel as rich as Croesus
while watching gold of day
dispel amid white cypress;
its final sheen's display.
Blue pansies incandesce
within the window box
against night's inkiness
and lavender lilacs.
Discourteous blackbirds
continue to make a fuss
our exchange of words,
decline and fall to dust.
These moonlit interims,
harmonious nightwinds
tend to bend the limbs
of a dragon tree.
Fugitive stardust clings
to emerging lily blades.
The crystalline orb of night
hallucinogenically hangs
above the smoky pines.
Gregory Wm. Gunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-in-the-afterglow/
