Momma Don't Cry

An eager young

fisherman knew he

was lost. Foolishly

took a short-cut from

a well-worn path.

And snow continued

to fall – a surprise

situation before the

actual time of its

appearance. Needed

a fire out there--                               

a young birch proud

in his stature. Fine

for crackling firewood.

And so true. Flames

leaped about. Its youth

heard in the snap

of its own fireworks.

Kept the fellow

warm all night.

And momma--

a tall-standing

lovely birch cried.