The path into the black tree forest
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.  
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.  
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.  
Awaiting the sugared innocence  
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried