The trees are preparing
To shake their bones
In the wind
To be dead.
Opher – 8.10.2020
As autumn comes the trees put on their best, most colourful dresses, for a last gay dance, then they let their colourful gowns drop to the ground.
Naked they stand against the chill wind.
Brittle and defiant. Just skeletons silhouetted against the horizon. Dead to the world.