Trees

[billy]

The trees conspire in company
to cut the power to our house
for there is something in the woods
that hates electric wire
and trees have reason, certainly
to fear the reach of our desire.

The firs that circle round our place
seem confounded by the glare.
Our floodlights float a misty scrim
that dulls the ancient sky,
and when the power died tonight
I thought I heard a sigh.

i can't remember the name of the form or even if it has a name but the meter almost perfect: as Leanne pointed out L2 S2, is in need of a syl
i thought the last two lines were fantastical. the sigh is audible. it has a touch of something magical, and reads really well.

thanks patrick