<p>Shaky hands<br/> Touch my face<br/> are you wiping make up<br/> Or fears away
>i was watching this tree for ever so long
i saw as the breeze plucked at it’s feathered wings
and peeled away from it, like a crimson cloak
and so, my eyes fixed upon this final leaf
i sat waiting for the wind to carry away its delicate frame;
and how he tried, but the lone leaf only clung tighter
yes, there she stayed, oh so still
fixed upon her brother branch
‘i will not let go’ she whispers
i return a day later
and she is gone; the tree weeps for it’s lost sister
stripped and quiet, still reaching bony fingers into the cold morning air
and upon the floor
like a tear drop still fresh, she is curled, peacefully
she looks up to her brother and says small and kind
‘oh brother, how grand you are
reach up into the days of winter and let the sun catch your skin
he will ignite you, keep you safe and warm’
‘and before the cooler nights are over
i will be back to hold you once again
bursting from your chest, and from your fingertips’
‘we will bloom together, red, pink and white
until then, my dear brother, you are beautiful without me’
and she rests
