January 13, 2012: Winter Leaves. Times two. CWE 103

I.

Waves roll through the bloom of the last leafed tree, and branches rock on winter’s wind like small crafts on broken water. It could be that the sky is looping through the seasons while the tree rests static. It is unbearable to hold onto yourself when the wind throbs on cold winter afternoons. The other trees on that hill dropped their leaves months ago, and now their branches lay against the washed out sky in nets arranged like the seed heads of dandelions. There is a way to lay bare against the sky. Dying wood is knit like a flower that can be blown apart by a sharp wind. Wind undoes tree limbs. The tree shakes out the sky and turns over pale veined palms. The sky was not built to bear the weight of leaves in the winter. It is better to have lost leaves before the days grow quiet.

II.

Waves roll through the last leafed tree on the hill.
Branches rock like boats on broken water.
It is unbearable to hold onto yourself when
the wind throbs on cold winter afternoons.

Trees dropped their leaves months ago. Their branches lay against the washed out sky in nets arranged like dandelion seed heads. Wood is stripped to the softened core. The wind carried away anything extra.

There is a way to lay bare against the sky. Dying wood is knit like a group of seeds that can be undone by a sharp wind. The last tree holds up pale palms marked with veins. Snow is coming. The sky was not built to bear

the weight of leaves in the winter.

It is better to have lost leaves before the days grow quiet.

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