I spent the day pruning a tree,

its branches wild, a sprawling siege

that overtook my space of yard

and lorded all the plants, as liege.

And in this time reshaping a tree,

my thoughts, some bits of poesy.

Its limbs removed, the trunk is scarred,

and the lowest branches out of reach.

And after cutting this creeping tree,

now left with a perfect symmetry,

the sunlight’s glim now reaches far

with spacial perspicuity.