Walk beneath the trees
who have stripped themselves
of their gaudy leaves
leaving them loose to drift
in casual piles about their rooted feet
and slipped on the silver moonlight
which clings like silk to their long limbs.
Come across the stumbled stones
that lay rounded over the earth.
Use them like steps-
Up up and away!
Come along and hurry,
The winter moon is waning.
O love I have been waiting
so long.
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