In time

a tree bark and branches without

Seasonal baldness,
cold spine, weak limbs, comes to all,
trees age gracefully.

Watchmen

leafless trees on the sidewalk on a rainy, cloudy day

Skeletons sulking
popping up on every street
cold winter morning

Lightness

full moon as seen through the window on an early sp — Crisp spring morning

I wake up to light,
spilling into dreary eyes,
through my window, moon.

New age

photo of a bald tree with more branches on the left side and only a couple on the right

Chic, modern hairdo,
bold, side-parted sprawling trunk,
bald but beautiful.

Out

photo of a tiny flower in the ground, surrounded by dry and fresh grass

Glimmer of sunshine
tucked away under the bush
coming out of spring