Night Rain

The night rain had shorn my neighboring trees of family standing so stalwart in their convivial circle four. The wistful dawning light shines on skeletal shapes Hung with but scarce few yellowed-brown-sienna leaves draping their skinny heights. For the force of Wind and Fall had stripped their grace of arms quite bare. Yet within those skeletal swaying branches, untouched by rain or snow or wind, Flows their elixir pure but awaiting Spring to fashion dress with fresh attire my neighboring Family Four. Would such certainty had I Seeing fallen upon my treeless ground of zero pieces that once were me. Only a ‘perhaps’ have I that I and me again might see the comfort of a greening Spring... To feel anew her warmth eternal, that in a winter moment so spectral be.