Tree Winter Night Tree Winter Night
though so bright
in springy summer days
when all your leaves have gone away
foliage on the streets decay
darkness shall have its way
you cease to sway
branches turn brittle
in the cool night breeze
stiff, jutting,
like a shapely sculpted candelabra
I pace down the block
lined by gothic dendrophilia
your serene show
touches me,
branches, stretching, mixing
intricate complex
fingers rub my chin
and promise to photosynthesize again
if I just wait a while.