The trees do shed their coat in fall,
the blossoms were only fleeting -
and I shed mine.
Parted ways with my long auburn hair -
copper and gold threads to weave together
nature and nurture.
The trees fed me fruits
and I am full
of their sweet nectar.
The trees do shed their coat in fall -
My neck is bare
and my hair
once reflective of the sun
reflect the white bitter cold
I breathe in
I breathe out
Chilled.