Fitting In
If I were
A poem
I could fit into
It might be a leaf,
But I believe that
It might be what followed.
It might be the tree
(each tree )
That I could fall out of --
Pulled by the wind.
It might be today
Signed by tomorrow --
A small spirit
Cold,
A call intersecting
The north side of
Now.
A great poem for the season, Peter.
Les