I don’t want to be bitter
I don’t want to be angry
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to think about us
Or the tenderness we had
I won’t stay in Winter
I was born in the Spring
And Autumn touches my soul.
For you I wish endless Summers
To keep you from this cold,
This cold that’s my bitter heart
Since you pushed us apart
the graceful birch, straight ahead
where the forest begins, a white cluster
the old wood has fallen
and rotted to riches
feeding the daffodil shoots
pushing upward, splitting the earth
tender tree, a white beacon
stands by the dark forest edge
this is a time for promises
made to each morning begun
the sap, so sweet before the first green,
becomes bitter when the year starts to age
The Dreaming Path 