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 (7)

Such a great poem by William Stanley Merwin.................
Winter! ! With the muse of the cold. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
in destruction a magpie shows the light of living and a prayer lives for unknowingly! /// lovely poem
Very good poem...............
Tonight once more / I find a single prayer and it is not for men - - this poem just calls for meditation
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