Midnight Tree

There is a

midnight tree

that stands

in the shadow

of the moon.

The nightingale

soothes its

dark leaves

with honey

jasmine

weaves up

 its trunk

– a white

garland

bats lit

on black branches

whirring wings

like hummingbirds

like ornaments

the moon

stands still

pouring

over

it all.

Those with

their hearts

in the day

are too bright

to see it

you have to

walk in shadows

to smell

the honeyed

jasmine

to hear

the

moonlit

nightingale.

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