The heady night-shift scent rakes
As the nocturnal garden awakes.
Beautiful moon-lit imaged night,
Grey shadow-shrouds blunt the light.
And in the nightscape so vast
A cool breeze brushes past
Causing an evening perfume deludge
As scents wash the night-garden refuge.
Breathe in Casablanca Lily in the night
Moon-lit washed wax white.
Elegant stems with a trumpet-shape
Like a delicate dress open at the nape.
The Luna Flower, large fragrant white
Blooms when the Moon is at its height.
Pink-purplish flowers of the Evening Stock
Release fragrance in tune with the moon-clock.
The Dutchman's Pipe hangs like some vagrant.
Below the Four O'Clocks wrap sweetly fragrant
Weaving strands of jasmine-like perfume
Drawing out a cloak from some scented loom.
Moon Frolic and Toltec Sundial lilies
Cast perfumes from unseen garden gullies.
Yucca blossoms lift and release their soapy scent
Pushing out their time-pressed anguish, their intent.
The Nottingham Catchfly petals roll back
On three successive nights into the black
And Campion and White Spot moths feed
As is their greed, their summer nightime need.
Embrace the night before its time is spent,
Nymphaea Red Flare with molten honey scent
And Night Gladiolus flirt in the breeze
Releasing a spicy fragrance as if to tease.