Upwards they stretch
Taunt twigs of
impassioned pleading
Beauty stripped
By yearly age
The garments of their
covering
Windswept into memories
Of greener days
Gnarled and knotted
The elixir of hope
that rose
Branching upwards
Straining with fervent
faith
Drains down
Sinewy, venous
Skeletal like tracks
Whispered scratching
Coded prayers cast on
winds
Asking gods of wind
and rain
To be gentle in the
winter of discontent
They’ll don once more
Leaves, fashioned
green
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