Poetry – The Trees

The Trees

The trees are preparing

To undress,

To shake their bones

In the wind

And pretend

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.

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