MY TREE

It was the middle of December Cold and dark After November's betrayal I leaned on December My heart cold with fear freezed for so long I couldn't remember

The warmth had left my cheeks Locked somewhere in a far, far place

Robbed of my fragrance The months slipped away in a trance Stumbled my way in the dark Until my feet led onto a tree A never-seen shade of warm green Knees giving away Sat down and wept in its embrace.