The beauty fades as their shadows shrink
What yet remains for those barren bones?
Unforgiving waves of winter
Hammer harshly upon their vulnerable veins.
Standing though swaying
A memorized movement
A rhythm well-rehearsed,
Their limbs lay outstretched
Reaching for ones that left,
But before long they are met
By another season, with a reasonable request.
To hold their cold in those hands,
Atop their fingers it collects
Again, supported, their sway subsides
Reminded of all they’ve once carried,
Of their steadfast roots, long since buried
And while this too shall pass
They’ll forgive that frozen fray;
It was never meant to last
But to simply slow their sway.