A broken Birch branch scoured in tooth spurge shadows cast dancing dirges of besmirched towers Canopy snapping fingers in rhythms that linger, Yet we

A broken Birch
branch
scoured in tooth
spurge shadows
cast
dancing
dirges of besmirched
towers
Canopy snapping fingers in
rhythms that linger,
Yet
we do not hear
on verge of surging
into submerging folds
of deciduous matter
But
for now suspended
in broken
reality
#smallpoems