The tree,
hugged one last time by sunlight
before earth slips into
void of night.
She gathers up amber rays.
They expose her,
shedding plush red cloak
for grey bones reaching skyward.
Exposed.
She is laid bare.
Nothing but hope
of spring warmth,
life stirring quietly.
She carries the seeds of tomorrow.
She holds the most fragile of dreams.
Destiny
held ever so gently
in her grey bone arms.
