Heartbreaking In Leaves

A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window Wherever, however, old Aspens are made — And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold. The solo leaf that before my look just swayed — She dropped in the dark, though would her lost life grow. While at Autumn's end, I remember her shade — Tree limbs reach for my womb, but never lift up From where my hands feel, leaves come in unborn touch