the earth trembling in anticipation, leaves
lining up in a row, crimson colored and gently
swimming [floating] to the ground.
the earth consuming the sacrifice into a wintry grave
as the trees lay bare weeping over their fallen clothes
after the leaves get striped away I am still a    w i n t e r    t r e e
roots going deep; I am laying bare before you
The season’s first
snow. covers my
limbs still I am
alive through
the winter. Put
your ear to My
trunk [and hear
The Nutrients] I
am preparing
myself for
s p r i n g but
Still I remember
last year’s
Winter Count