Evening

The light passes

from ridge to ridge,

from flower to flower -

the hypaticas, wide-spread

under the light

grow faint -

the petals reach inward,

the blue tips bend

toward the bluer heart

and the flowers are lost.

The cornel buds are still white,

but shadow dart

from the cornel-roots -

black creeps from root to root,

each leaf

cuts another leaf from the grass,

shadow seeks shadow,

then both leaf

and shadow-leaf are lost.

H.D. in Imagist Poetry, Penguin Books, 1972.