• The wind lashes at the ancient trees
    They weep bitter, blood red leaves
    That set fire to dull, gray streets

    The trees bare their arms
    As naked as our love
    though it shames us

    You are an evergreen
    Clinging to a shifting sea of needles
    too proud to let go

    Let the cool wind drive away our past
    and our belongings
    until we lay shivering, huddled
    unabashed