December Night

W. S. Merwin

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The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins

And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end

Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men

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  • sherryloxton558

    "Feathers in moonlight, made me think 🤔 Why white plants older at night?"