Trees at Night
 Helen Johnson

Slim Sentinels
Stretching lacy arms
About a slumbrous moon;
Black quivering
Silhouettes,
Tremulous,
Stenciled on the petal
Of blue bell;
Ink sputtered
On a robin's breast;
The jagged rent
Of mountains
Reflected in a 
Stilly sleeping lake;
Fragile pinnacles
Of fairy castles;
Torn webs of shadows;
And
Printed 'gainst the sky--
The trembling beauty
Of an urgent pine.

Helen Johnson was a poet of the Harlem Renaissance movement.