Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors, there would
be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

If our hearing were finely tuned enough, I wonder if we could really hear colorful flowery “voices” shrieking in the night as Rilke suggests.  This photo taken on a spring  day as it wound down is just one of many that testify to that possibility.  Although the light was quickly slipping away, the colors were not going into the night in quiet abdication of their thrones.  If anything, as the warmth and light diminished, some of the glorious hues actually deepened in the cool darkness.  Decades ago after consistently wandering the garden at night, I began noticing that vivid flower colors are still visibly vibrant even though they lack luminosity.  In fact in the deepest hours of night they seem to hold a bit of light within themselves, a phenomena not unlike the perpetual light that shines in the countenance of a human who has allowed Christ to come and dwell in his/her heart.