Bare-Limbed Tree

summer gone to dog days, autumn approaches on a strange wind.... i long to watch the leaves turn, and fall, tiny love stories that no one else can see. and the sound the bare-limbed tree makes... reaching for the sky, reaching through winter for the spring.... the smell of woodsmoke, coffee and brandy by the fire... a thousand memories turned to brown, lost to eternal moments, i am that bare-limbed tree! reaching for the sky, reaching for another spring.... reaching through death, reaching for you!