Prairie Waters by Night
Chatter of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of
running water--sheer waters showing the russet of old stones
remembering many rains.
And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water,
and sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery
throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms.
It is too much for the long willows when low laughter of a red moon
comes down; and the willows drowse and sleep on the shoulders
of the running water.