Sleeping With Trees

booms of autumn, string a tremble stomps of thunder, march in rumble trampling the gallows, timber to knee tips the scales, burdens a leaf the harvest crown a true pale wreath autumn demands, in shrilling sweeps a colourful opus, unravelling seams twisted, turning, drifts of leaves a dancers gesture, stems the cascade the amble luft and swirl unravelling weaves of derelict limbs perish in a silhouette, waltz of Eden branches to twigs, fractured extends root to spiny bones of finger tips feed the reaper, sow to seed a squall to sea, flows the current verdant need crooked remnants of tangled feet brittle bones, digging deep light crawls wretched and weak insidious looms, in places beneath twilight, plows with shears to freeze hollows the forest, echos of grief ravenous grounds swallow every plea pines the darkling, sleeping with trees Terry D’Arcy Ryan