I am
looking questioningly at the tree
that questions the sky
and I get from their conversation
which I don’t understand
that the sky answers the tree
and that his answer is simple
and maybe that is because
the question
is simply put

To speak the language of the tree
to translate the rain and the cloud
the idioms of the blue and the wind
that would require us
to shed our words as the tree
sheds its leaves

Leave the tree
leave the paper to the tree
leave the whiteness
to the cloud and snow 

And naked hold the winter
at arm’s length