December Night

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

by William Stanley Merwin

Comments (3)

Tonight once more / I find a single prayer and it is not for men - - this poem just calls for meditation
Stanley Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up
This is a very beautiful poem. I love how it paints a picture in you head.