You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch -- the branch is white, the green crushed, each leaf is rent like split wood. You burden the trees with black drops, you swirl and crash -- you have broken off a weighted leaf in the wind, it is hurled out, whirls up and sinks, a green stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE |