Winter Lament 1995

In stark nudity
Baring her soul she reaches out
The fine twigs in deep humility
Her need and hunger dare to shout
Stripped of all her camoflage:-
Gay leaves bouncing in the wind
Covering the grey twigs: her enterage
For what season and what reason? Has she sinned?
Now is the winter of her discontent
Longing for the warmth of autumn intimacy
It's a wild uncontrolled winter lament
Unreasoned unseasoned
Un-clemancy'd