Treetops
trees fall down tonight
mornin comes-
residue resides along the sand,
salt air
a taste so fresh
it burns
crisp frost bite
nipping at my neck
how you would
your gaze penetrates
I look to the sky
asking why
the trees lose their leaves in winter
but keep them in the fall-
the air isn't all that much different
it isn't much different at all
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2015
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