the winter is a long breath in
under sunset watercolours
my angled gaze above motorway finds
where birch and willow tops stay
stay and then fade with long look's cast
in distant mists mingle with red tail lights -
those evergreen epiphytes
but here again
above still calm
that treetop scaffold
bare so it seems
but still where now
those spring buds form
unseen in the glorious gloaming dawn
where i think to myself
so hard it's getting now,
so hard it's getting now,
to hold it all in