Another Tree

The leaves flow from a lofty perch With futile grace they drift They liken themselves snowflakes, but Descent is far too swift. Not one is spared from Winter's floor That bed of cold and frost Like falling leaves in autumn's breath Our love's withered and lost. Try not to shiver as it ends And trees are stripped their coats Bereft and numb the two of us Examining old notes. We both knew all too well that I Was bound to the Northwest But do the leaves (sway in the trees) These bare partings suggest? Perhaps they vision it in dreams And wake and shriek with woe But from their must, hummus graves Another tree will grow.