Fluttering, falling, fading,
Once green leaves stained yellow with groundless fears,
Buffeted and shaken by rains that once
Wouldn’t have even been noticed.
One by one the leaves die of terror,
And the branches are left bare.
But instead of doing anything,
The tree lets it happen.
The more the leaves fall,
The less strength there is to hold on to the ones left.
The wind tries to help,
Tickling branches in ways the tree once loved.
But without leaves, the wind feels harsh and exhausting.
“One by one the leaves die of terror, And the branches are left bare.” Photo from: www.staticflickr.com
Branches snicker, snap, and groan
At the innocent wind.
The bare bony fingers reach towards the sky,
Scraping against the blue in desperation.
But the sky never says anything,
And only the rain that was already coming
Responds to the cries.
Soon there is nothing
To protect from the coming ice,
And all that remains
Is to do