Embrace this absence of the leaves.
Come, dream with her on a hillside
where braided rivers of branches
stretch their lengths to the sea-gray sky.
They tremble with wordless whispers
while the claws of the wind toss them
till the sun sinks like an anchor,
a blaze of flame over water.
They beckon beyond the sunset
as keys to a hidden city
where pockets are filled with stardust,
and shadows kiss before they flee.