The naked tree limbs shiver against

The cold silent wind.

The snow coats it's barkless skin

Shaking and alone.

The leaves fall, like tears

A silent cry...

That makes an imprint on the white floor

To be covered, like it never happened.

Stomped on, forgotten, scared

Each cut wouldn't go away

The once sun kissed spirals lay,

Laying like a dreary day.

Dead, deadly and sharp like shards of poetic glass

Cutting deep, drawing blood, like words in a book.

Each vein pulsating with hope

Each cell aching with fear.

Waiting for springs rebirth

Waiting, waiting to change

To change because then it

won't hurt anymore.

When leaves fall...