Soon 2 Barren

Off-spring from 

some fertile streams

dammed in Springtime

when blossoms bloom,

as they supply forage,

but, forgotten

and downtrodden
foliage.

It was worse 

in the late Fall

when things fall

to rot 

Winds whipped and rustled the fading gold,

so soon to turn brown, tumbling down,
diminished.

 

Most gone barren,

while others cling to

their lingering grace,

a furtive glimmering.

A futile fight simmering
then takes place. 

 

Now nude they await

winter's chill,
uncloaked 

black entangled bones
of barren branches

silhouetted dark

shivering

stark

as if in a globe

within a snowy infinity.

So frigid...

so fucking profound.

She's dead now 

...belongs in the ground

unjudged, 

unbridled, 

and free

of this misery.      

 

V