Dark the star
deep in the well,
bright in the still
and moving water,
still as the night
circling above
the circle of stones
the darkness surrounds.
Dark the wish
made on the star,
a true wish made
on the water's image.

There is no technique in the grass.
There is no technique in the rose.

See also:

• The book Columbarium by Susan Stewart.
• Our catalog of poetry titles.