Through barren branches

I glimpse the winter mountains—

run, my restless feet!

Splintered

soothing the branches

of a splintered maple tree

between lightning strikes

Yarn

attaching the wind

to the oak’s highest branches

with a sailor’s yarn

broken oak branches—

seven reasons for blackbirds

to hush their singing

after the ice storm

plum branches litter the yard

final performance

moon passing quickly

over broken oak branches

too startled to stop

seven months later

still mourning the blue kite lost

among the branches

seven unripe figs

still clinging to the branches

while the ravens weep