Underneath a willowtree
twists your summerbeard
with your winterbeard
entwined

You think your greenthoughts
of gnarl, leg, branch, and twig
of foretime kisses under moonlight
of nowtime creakings under foglight

You grasp with groaning fingers
after a moth in flight
and catching him
lick the dust from his wings

You crunch with rotten legs
through leaves in swirl
and crushing them
soak sunlight from their blood

Underneath your willowtree
your bark whitens
and in breathing out
unwinds

Twas upon depleting
Harrowed, spent
and doomed to fleeting
That I took my hand in meeting
fate at my front door

Unto the depths
in man’s behest
to mother nature
sworn

I tarried there
in reverie
alas,
in spite of beckoning
and snowfall coated me
in heat deserting energy

And so, to cool internally
to concentrate in synergy,
did I waver, wary
of a hot head
and seek to gather
my thoughts instead

Brightly basking
in effulgence
Dissenting from the dark
which expels its very essence
hazy days, foglight stark