Foxfire

"Cut down the tree. It has been dead too long."

Say those who see my tree, ravaged and gray.

"That hillside is a fine place for an oak.

Time it was felled, stump pulled and hauled away."

"Forget your love," the wise, well-wishers say.

Ah, let them cry their good advice to me.

They do not know, for they have never seen

Foxfire, at night, upon my ruined tree...