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.