Leaves

Shivering perplex trees' leaves blowing in the wind Ground and mulched by some others get away Purpose and clutter a chore for us to do Put on a list of servitude for that very day Dried and tattered ripped and torn Winters' breath prepares them Temperatures drop crispy is the air Icicles greet the Sun hello to the morn Trees so naked and so bare Standing still so tall in the Winters' air And I but bewilder at the forest naked and bare It draws me close yet distant and so cold I bewildered at the mysteries it behold Secrets, shadows, souls lost to the past Leaves and limbs covered consolation at last And be it I or be it they who walked in this wood Would feel the shadows covered by souls of good.