Lamentation - The White Birch

I did not feel

The wind today

I could only feel the leaves worn from the fray

I did not read

This newborn sight

Through the hanging trees I could only see the light

As it left

I did not hear

The shivering sound

Of treetops pushing up through the ground

I did not read

These newborn sparks

Through the wilting trees I could only see the dark

As it came