Kind island

Last night a gale and the shutters were in relentless battle.
Doors rattled
You hit your head on the window frame
All seems rearranged.

Kind island windswept and golden
Clouds lie low in your valleys
Fine white lilies carpet your beaches.
Their smell frenzying the cats, their tails up with delight
Fabled olive trees, the young ancients,
Silver now with new growth.
A single hot flower holds itself open,
The last before Autumn sets the sun.