Canopy of gray
Wood leans under the tree tops
Smoke it shadows through
The naked boughs above me
I dine in solitude
Whispers of the green
Life wrapped in death of winter
Smoke gives slow embrace
It opens to the coal sky
I dine with solitude
Focus of the blue
The wings cry out to silence
Smoke it lingers on
An echo for the senses
I dine on solitude
I dine in solitude
I dine with solitude