Trees sponge up darkness,
still moist with night
in bright noon.
[Just an impression. Night has a particular meaning for trees, since they eat light. I suppose, in darkness, they don't starve, but digest (as we do). But these were big globes of summer foliage, even at noon, seeming to hold within them (sources of shade, after all) volumes of night.]
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