A Single Birch Leaf

 When country trees Howled and creaked Like a wooden floor A single birch leaf Stood its ground And would not bend Against the wind Or yield to its roar Beckoned to follow By oak and maple It refused to go And chose instead To greet the snow Why does a

A Beauteous Evening

 As darkness falls All around me all I can see Are silver stars and blue shadows And the silhouette of a tree It’s a beauteous evening And the only light you’ll see Are the moon’s reflections Shining on the sea As evening wends down And night gradually ebbs away The