that tree

 that tree

larger in a large emptiness 

spread above the snow of the wold

here 

it seems to say

i have seen this all before

and steady have i held the springtime 

asleep inside the deep of me

come my boy 

let me drop some upon you

for it is a cool laugh is it not

this stirring of a magic potion 

white soon

buds and leaves and flower’s berries

all within my open arms

oh sunny boy run

run to me my sunny boy 

tune in to the winter tree