Fire In the Trees

The air outside, an invisible blanket of ice that lays against the skin with hidden pins. That momentary shock as face collides with glass and paralysis for a moment grabs your limbs. When looking out the window to the garden, to the grass the brickwork and the green. I see what can only be described as a natural wonder, I see the fire in the trees. The brown and rotting leaves, laying edged from the branches, I see the skeleton exposed, as the rays set the body alight. Enhancing its beauty as it stands still above the houses, Peaceful, awaiting the night.