Van Gogh sky above my tree

I'm lying in my undies on the grass in the garden. Under the peach tree

Last light on fern fronds and silver-velvet lamb's tail

Christ's bleeding heart-coloured cannas point back to heaven. Oh how I have fallen

The sun sinks behind the hill. Instant transformation from humidity to chillidity, instant coffee thoughts churn towards autumn

I tell all the men who cross my path to protect their hearts. Why don't I take my own advice

My heart, and one iris, for your ear. Van Gogh