Ash Tree Revisited

I felt a need to revisit my poem 'Ash Tree' in my collection Letting In The Carnival. Reading The Road Less Travelled by M. Scott Peck, and the introduction to The Poem Itself  (ed. Stanley Burnshaw) made it seem like (a) a responsibility and (b) a possibility. Here it is:

Ash Tree Revisited

Limbs hewn for light, hung with weights,
or espaliered. More air, less grace.

The canopy a disfigured surface.

Too late.

The dryad gone, he mourns no longer broad
and balanced branches more than her sad flight,

and what he said was love, bright

and flawed.