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