broken branches littering sidewalks,
trees begging for a new jacket -
a bright green, delicate garment
to clothe their nakedness...
from a world that's been cold
for too long.
a world that's full of
woollen swathed, covered faces
with only eyes exposed -
beacons of life that exist above
scarves swishing in the negative windchills
hands cloaked in leather.
eyes that look up at the branches cracking in the wind
- straining to glimpse signs of life
while feet remain stuffed inside fuzzy boots
and jean cuffs continue to be stained with salt -
the dirt of the season.