The Naked Trees


resting on the branches

as if tired somehow

leaning closer to death

pining for us

to see the wisdom

in a symbiotic breath


outlining a gentle touch

or caressing an arm

tickling in the breeze

you brighten each

wooden smile from stem

to last to leave


clearly molding

an organic love

hovering to tease

yet bound by choice

wildly embracing

the stark naked trees


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