Puzzle

The sun dips down over the ridge
Next or next after that
It moves along a snail's pace
So you can’t really see it moving
Till half past dusk, and down in night’s sanctuary
Pulls down with it all red orange hue
The sky you now look upon is deep
Blue and the moon, no longer pale, is
Smiling

Down in the ravine I try to make it out
But each piece I move makes another
Fall out of place
Growing in me a lose
I see nothing
Until just as suddenly
I find myself back again
Peaceful when I forget
I’m breathing
Each tear another thought
Pouring into me
White
I am the
Stripped bark of birch
The last golden light in its hair and then
The night.
Till next day delivers
This puzzle once again.