Lorna

The Red Tree

Luminous in the early sun

Your colors

Embodying the points of his soul

From notes of deep despair

Lighter shades of laughter

Sometimes deep red anger

Or shimmers of translucent tenderness

All of him

Hanging in your branches

Like ornaments

One by one falling away

These cold nights speeding their journey

Soon to be gone

As he had to be just two years ago

But it seems ever so long