Northwest damp cold Comforting envelope Hidden in its own Shelter Sealed by Drizzle Its palette Thickly drenched in Charcoal shadow Meshed with evergreen On a cobalt metal roof Dancing in-between The cracks And living in Black rain boots
Her branches hung low to the ground They brushed the dirt that they sat upon How beautiful is pain when it grows It has a way to hang those gentle woes.
See that tree all alone yet so full?
Her shadows weep in the bristles of doom Then the sun comes to play in the cold bushy monsoon. As gusty sighs sway her eyes to greet the galloping moon.