Death On A Windy Night (Poetry)

Most will blame the tree, of course —
the tree that crushed her as she slept
as though it was the tree’s intent
to take her life, the action meant.

It was the wind — the storm — the rain
that took them both — all limbs the same
wood and flesh and hair and leaves —
married swift to dark effect.

We should mourn both as gales subside
and sunlight glimmers on the wreck
where broken roots point sharp as bone
accusing blue and whitewashed sky.

And place a plaque upon the spot —
here it was the couple died —
girl and tree — record their names
as victims of a windy night.