Kit Kelen #164 - leafless

164

leafless

(when warmth of bed is still in bones)

the tree remembers its seasons

always other branches up

bare as if the cold's expressed

birds are a word in the ear

the tree in weather of long standing

concerted down as much as up

a welcoming of all the fallen

from lost trees these our four walls

and mellowing of fences

in a winter middling mist

in the play of words

has with my head

beyond all tendrilling, a sky

frogs say despite

and they're unseen

be leafless

as from far

blown in

last leaf's

just to say