dilemma

               I don't know what I feel
                         watching paper choose,
                                   (one moment the tree
                                             one moment the wind),
                                                      whether to use crayons
                                                                or whip a-sky
                                                                          on winter wind,
                                                                                    to pin thoughts
                                                                                              with colour
                                                                                                        or ride twirling bark
                                                                                                                  o'er all the trees