A broken event

It seems there is no single integral way
Of grappling with the world , in nights

Of darkness hid in trees after the silent
Efforts in a day of making green stuff

A green stuff in leaves of yellow light.
Another leaf is my own life’s fragment.

I am leaf to be removed from a winter.
Like this man severed from leafy past

Now earth and water, in the sea of sky
A broken event from winters of a past.