The Night in Gales
the nightingales
we get all low
and raccoon down
by snowy wall
and cuddle up
and wade in blessed
and that's not all
that's bad
I guess
we elder trees
identified
with cold white times
so moved aside
to let the sun
gleam it's so long
to have it's fun
with us and go
someone does
and doves move
and from the shade
a shadow soon
will come up front
by way of trouble
through all the din
o' muddy gravel
dark gardens grief
will just surround us
while we are walking steady and
sleeping fastest
