At Cross Purposes

1 Is this writing mine Whose name is this Did I underline What I was to miss? 2 An upheaval of leaves Enlightens the tree Rooted it receives Gusts on a spree 3 Beauty makes me sad Makes me grieve I see what I must leave 4 Scaffold, gallows Do whose will Who hallows wood To build, kill 5 Blind man, anvil No hammer strikes Your eyes are spikes