[fury]

[The fury
of the raging trees
as plain as me,
enraged for me
we are of the same place—
we, together,
know the darkness better.

The screaming
of the flailing grass—
through which I passed
when I went, at last—
gapes, aghast, to cold stars
cast forever
as lonely tears unfettered.

The icy
cut-cold, bitter pond
lost before long
to summer's song
stares, unrippled, back at me,
who's lost
and beyond scared forever.]