Red trees in evening's darkening glow
Breeze cat-footed,stealthy,alert
Like an ashen bird's
first awakening your eyes
Take in the night
Eight night herons voyage on
Eight silent pilgrims or prospectors
In the distance mountains loom
Like destiny
With the bitter reluctance
of a waking child
A star begins to blink
the landscape blurs
no more the song of the cicadas
here let us part
And peal off the pearly flowers of
rainy afternoons
One by one only to move
on like night herons
And watch each other gently
bear into the night.