Shadorma -Leaves

 write a condensation of Sara Teasdale’s poem, “Leaves”, in Shadorma form.  (Non-rhyming 6-line poem in 3/5/3/7/7/5.)

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree, 

All my faiths have forsaken me; 

But the stars above my head 

Burn in white and delicate red, 

And beneath my feet the earth

Brings the sturdy grass to birth. 

I who was content to be 

But a silken-singing tree, 

But a rustle of delight 

In the wistful heart of night,

I have lost the leaves that knew

Touch of rain and weight of dew. 

Blinded by a leafy crown 

I looked neither up nor down— 

But the little leaves that die

Have left me room to see the sky; 

Now for the first time I know 

Stars above and earth below.

— Sara Teasdale 

oh, my leaves
falling one by one
no rustling
forsaken in the dark night
but yonder stars I can see

new delights awakening
a new crown above.shadorma