Beneath the tree
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue

The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds

As the inquisition  prevails
the power of the humiliated
Intended repentants swarm

if I were you
what  thoughts would pervade
enjoining on a journey

searching in my mind
thoughts swarm like flies
a distant banjo plays

Down the dusty lane
The Wind she calls my name
Good enough to count the sleeping hamlets
She puts a smile on my face
lit by childlike candles
Tidier with bloom
She unfettered my gloom
a gushing  bride

New leaves always bring a canker
You can see it through their
orange curtains
Veins of light permeate
at their catfish hanker

I find leaves are like people
regardless of the season
In Toys Woods they stood
to attention foraging
for water, I was reminded

Young Man grows to old
Tree Mallows gently sway
Rainbow yearning, steals your dreams.