Sonnet 4

I sat beneath the pale shade of a tree While daydreams filtered down from branches thin. As daylight shortened, I thought leaves would be There swirling all around me once again. Indeed they fell, but branches also broke And drifted with the birds up to the clouds. Their disappearance nearly made me choke, But I am far too dense and far too proud. And now the sunlight burns in ways unknown. I'll dig beneath the earth 'til I can find Some solace in the roots or in my bones. The wind of laughter serves to ease my mind. The scent of leaves still lingers in my nose. Will rain douse it or freeze it in its snows?