Fir Trees

Fir trees lit up with snow

Crimson barn from long ago

Light itself unneeded

Daytime gives the glow.

Winter came, Christmas too

Unbeckoned sorrow, days I rue

Trees belabored by their weight

Though never lost, his time was due.

Though firs carry their wintry load

Me they dare not goad

To hide ‘neath branches cowardly;

Must walk my heavy road.

I raise my eyes, albeit with doubt 

Toward upper branches gleaming

Through tears I nearly lose my route;

My brother, I must do without.

For now.