Psithurism

 There’s a great and beautiful cedar outside the door
That lays shadow on my ins and outs, my exits and returns.
One day it will fall and bring my brittle house down;
I know this and do nothing to prevent it.
 
While I still can, I will believe this shifting shade is kind;
I hear love in the hissing sting of wind through these needled boughs.

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