The Tree

It boughs so deep, the tree
Outside the window there
As snow falls flake after flake. 
A crisp breeze slips by sill
And pane as fresh as minted breath. 
It boughs so deep, the tree
In dunes of white and haze of blue.
Limbs bare, wet from melting 
Dreams. 
It boughs so deep, the tree
Outside the window there 
Covering grave of pain
Exposed to touch and see, 
The mound open and freed. 
It boughs so deep, my heart
Outside the window there 
I miss her so.