Weeping Poplar

Under a tulip poplar 

With weeping leaves 

 

Rainy dusk time 

Is like a mourning widow 

 

It’s a window 

Into a broken heart 

 

Peace in a cleft 

In spite of a storm 

 

Crying hard, though 

Because 

 

There is plenty to cry about 

And I need to catch up 

 

On weeping 

For you and me 

 

And for our children 

The trees too,  

 

Might as well 

Might as well cry