Just

Just a single tree standing against the clouded backdrop. Who does it whisper to.

Calling

With the summer clothes cast

I stand with limps out stretched

Against the painted morning sky

Around me a carpet glistens

like stars laying at my feet

…

Only whispers from my kin reach me now,

Where limps once touched

across the country wide.

When the winds played,

the rattle of our tongue could be heard.

…

Now alone I stand

limbs still reach but no touch to be had

No kin with in reach,

Oh to be touched in my last day’s

before decay.

24/10/13