In winter
trees lose all inhibition
their arms reach up
in shamanistic contortions
sweeping the air weeping the air
beseeching to the right and the left
up and down
all is bare
why
oh why
why
cross
and silent reproach

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: