A Wiish

A nature poem about spring and love

A Wish

The white stark birch
Bends long and lean
Against the blue sky,
Lonely in a cold wind
Blowing chilly from the north,
Guarding the red cabin
Huddled in the woods,
A companion of black crows
Heralding the new spring,
Welcoming the lively brook,
A muse, a dream it must be
Wintry and barren,
Yet ready soon to bloom afresh
For my love and for me.