Perspective
Tuesday, November 1, 2011 by Michelle
The fog hides them until you are close,
Skeletons shedding their rotting skins seem to pop out of nowhere
Surprising the world with their nakedness
Death all around them.
Planted transfixed in the ground
The only movement the breeze rushing past their bony arms
Waving and proclaiming their displeasure
Mute to the world except the wind.
“It's so cold! Why must we be naked again?”
The cruelty of it cuts them as deep as a faller's axe.
And they go to sleep standing where they are
Spellbound in their seeming death
On the other hand, I decide autumn is lovely
With the trees wistfully losing their colourful leaves.
The breeze creating a lovely tune in their branches,
As they stand there stark in their tree beauty.
Perspective is everything.
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(Michelle Houle, Nov 2004)