Cold wind circles
past the trees
and sweeps the leaves,
now dispersed
into a pleading wisp
of yellow and brown
with orange in between,
revealing you, your hair grown
long and pink, your eyes so
focused past me, the shadow
they cast
is blasting open the sky,
softly letting the light drop
between the oaks like rain,
it harasses the ground
drowning out its pain with flowers,
sprouting vibrancy that covers
the once barren tired soil,
you kneel down on the
floor, your arms become the wind
and sweep across the petals,
bending the stems, letting them
spring back to life, then with
the gentlest gesture of a hand
you speak to me now freed from
chains, your eyes they seep
into my bones, and shake what
was so tightly strained,
now ensnared in traps of
lovely hands.