MORNING/DUSK

Morning
It is at sunrise when the fragrant flowers are gathered,when in leaving the night behind, wet with the dew, they half-open their corollas and with a little yawn
exhale their delicate aromas before the sun
does away with their perfume.

Dusk

‘Now comes the time when,
vibrating on its stem,
each flower evaporates like a censer;
Sounds and scents turn in the evening air;
Melancholy waltz and langorous swoon.’

Baudelaire, ‘Harmonie du soir’ (‘Evening Harmony’)