Silver Birch in the Rain

The winter wind shivers
through the lonely, silver birch,
scattering raindrops like tears.

In the corner near the entrance,
it once had companions.
Now the tree stands alone.
The bright, yellow flowers
of the laburnum,
a memory:
The little stand of bushes,
gone,
in their place, a new wall.

Only the solitary, silver birch
remains,
shivering, in the wind,
of scattering teardrops.