stark
conrast
longing
mystery
without your leaves
i see your bones
stark and contrast
against a grey
and foggy sky
the space between
illuminates your depth,
reveals your true shape
etched in branching patterns
charcoal in my mind,
as it reels
memories of a season turned
of love relinquished
life on the tail
of a headwind
in all four directions at once.
restless
winter charmed
explosive emotion
played out in heavy rain
up on the hill
so proud and loud
walked in circles
unraveling layers
complexities of youth
of age
of truth
light returns
your leaves return
i return
to the mystery
dormant, abrupt
longing.
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