Traitor
collect these
impoverished energy vibes
vibrating in your
endless orbits
of your
hollowed spring time woods


While I…
in these freezing
December dusks
gather fragments
from my shadows
(expanding or shortening
I am past caring )


Come Summer
and I will trample
those verbs
which you penned
with your malignant ink
on my vulnerable soils


But I just wonder…

Can the shimmering Sun
really dry the solitary tear
resting on the skin
of the denuded Autumn tree…?