Shadows lengthen in the still warm eve.

Honeysuckle scent perfumes the air.

No sound disturbs the peace or breeze intrudes.

With rapid change from corps to pas de deux,

The swallows leave and bats command the stage.

In silouhette, they dance with dainty poise,

Each perfect move reflected in the pool.

Frail damsel fly and sleek, slow moving carp,

Complete the ballet played for our delight..

Full, red rose bows gently in respect,

The bouguet of our soft red toast wafts back.