courtesy, my dear friend:
_____________________________December Sky
Exposed like naked flesh, you’ve never seen before.
A little shocked to be looking at it,
“Was it there the whole time?”
Those black and undulating branches, back lit by an overcast canvas, stir my imagination with their every sway.
Was that sky there the whole time, only glimpsed, all spring and summer, through the rippling dragon scales of heavy deciduous leaves?
No one loves the foliage more than I, except perhaps for caterpillars!
But, my word, these empty branches.
They tickle my melancholy.
Leave me loving what isn’t there
for being gone.
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