I, myself embody-

   a trunk of tree:

     all branches merge.

Bare leaves, sprung so shade, fall shoddy;

  and flee, so fleetingly,

     this once sapling surge.

How frail a condition-

   to weather warm,

     or storm or strife.

To reach a dark cognition

   where darkest thoughts form:

     Oh how fragile is life.

Fall 2008