The time has come again
sky in dark velvet
earth in icy tears
so the trees are resting.
.
No bird’s home
no bodies’ home
nobody’s home
for the trees are sleeping.
.
Our sun is distant and cold
earth’s back against it
chopped days
and the trees are resting.
.
No scent of sweet fruits
or sight or bright flowers
or sounds of cicadas
for the trees are sleeping.
.
Dusted in white
no chlorophyll
more time to feel
the trees are resting
and so should we.
