These lines from Philip Larkin's "The Trees" return each year: "Yet still the unresting castles thresh/In fullgrown thickness every May." Here are three brief poems (the first two untitled) on the same theme.
When all the reeds are swaying in the wind
How can you tell which reeds the otters bend?
Michael Longley, Selected Poems (1998).
The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves.
Us, listening to a river in the trees.
Seamus Heaney, The Haw Lantern (1987).
Kayenta, Arizona, May 1977
I fall asleep to the sound of rain,
But there is no rain in the desert.
The leaves of the trader's little cottonwoods
Turn, turn in the wind.
Janet Lewis, Poems Old and New: 1918-1978 (1981).