Migraine sequence (seven lines)

1.

Daylight
though it throbs
stabs behind the eyes
is still a release from the dark
and the twittering
flickering dreams
of horror and pain.

2.

Rain falls in gentle showers
from blue and white skies
barely tarnishing the gold of dandelions
the sheen of green shoots

and the indigo spears
of midnight muscari
stand unchanged.

3.

Deranged visions crash finally
into damp earth
drip from glossy leaves
sun-glittering
and I can pick out the warblers’ song

the woodpeckers stare quizzically
waiting for me to leave.