The winter trees an empty sight,
fallen leaves on grounds that gleam.
A fragile exterior-
a dormant interior
Your bare arms the cold exposes.
Your fragile state is left to gaze.
Little fellows sleep within you,
strong, supporting body you are to some
weak corpse you are to others.
Oh winter trees, a dismal sight.
do not wither into the winter night.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
The winter trees an empty sight,
fallen leaves on grounds that gleam.
A fragile exterior-
a dormant interior
Your bare arms the cold exposes.
Your fragile state is left to gaze.
Little fellows sleep within you,
strong, supporting body you are to some
weak corpse you are to others.
Oh winter trees, a dismal sight.
do not wither into the winter night.