The Bare Tree Poem by Yasmin Khan

The Bare Tree

In the chill of night, I stand and gaze
My boughs bare stretch and sway in haze

The last fallen leaf still at my bole
Lies curled, heaving a sigh on Fate's scroll

The days are gone when I was leaf-clad
My splendor green, in a flowery fad

Songs sweet of woodland birds filled my heart
Mirth and pleasure deep, tunes of all sort

Straw by straw built their little nests
In my leafy lap hatched, stayed blessed

Leaves' dance, whispers low in gentle breeze
Singing birds, sweet hum of honey bees

When the sun showered his rays of gold
I was the crown of the forest old

Then came in autumn stealthily down
Foliage all lost, ripped off my crown

Boughs bare where birds once sweetly sang
A tangle of twigs, once blossoms hang

In chilly winds, my leafless arms
Longing for springtime all vanished charms

For dainty boughs bursting in blooms
For springtime choirs, glistening plumes

Yearning for grace of an evergreen
With her proudly crest a forest queen

I suffer the pain of death, decay
All verdure, leafage taken away

Yet melancholy does not prevail me
I wait for buds and blooms patiently

My heart be filled by delightful songs
Leaves' rustle, brilliant greens throng

Branches fraught, Unfurl their finery
Wave in skies blue, clad in greenery

Hope perches in my gloomy heart
Awaiting for springtime to play its part