Poems ✍️

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.