Winter's Bloom

The patches of colour are dangling
from vines thicker than string,
by daylight it's awoken
by the bright summer's sun.

Its leaves are colours like Dijon and shamrock,
its trunk is like the stem of a birdbath,
its branches are lightning struck on wired fences,
the root is what connects the tree.

The branches are breaking off,
the leaves are drifting asleep,
the tree begins to shed,
one by one, linear lieaves fall to the ground.

The weary winter is here.