The Plum Tree


Petals drifting down the night sky
By a breeze carrying sand grains
The sky a starry contrast to the dark mountains
Seen in the distance

But the plum tree, whose petals fall, grows steadily
It’s slender branches ruffled by teasing currents
That shift its weight around the night
So that it seems as if the plum tree dances
To the silence watching in the dark

Lights flicker from the sky; the moon’s nest
And quiet viewers that they are they sigh
For the beauty seen down below the plum tree
Whose petals drift down the night sky

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