Helene Johnson

Trees at Night

Slim sentinels
Stretching lacy arms
About slumbrous moon;
Black quivering
Silouhettes,
Tremulous,
Stencilled on the petal
Of a bluebell;
Ink sputterd
On a robin's breast;
Te jagged rent
Of mountains
Reflected in a
Stilly Sleeping lake;
Freagile pinnacles
Of fairy castles;
Torn webs of shadows;
And printed 'gainst the sky--
The trembling beauty
Of an urgent pine.

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