Trees in stark
nudity
Mannequins
Limbs akimbo
Waiting for fashion
colours
Of next spring
Those final leaves
Cling with tenacity
Earrings of veined
skin
Lined, translucent
with age
Defiant relics of past
beauty
Yet when age and
gravity collude
Last leaves release
their grip
Crinkled skin
whispering goodbye
With silent tender
kiss
Beautiful.
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