Jewels

~

even now, there’s still 

some gold to be found 

in the nearby trees,

a few scant leaves

cling desperately to the 

flailing wind-stripped 

branches and glimmer like 

jewellery on skeletal fingers 

all lit by weak November 

sunshine,

the bony branches seem

to grasp desperately at the 

chilly air as if clutching for

some measure of salvation,

this brief frisson of light

amongst the fading

seasonal palette, will

all too soon be quenched 

by the icy monochrome

grip of winter.

*

© Graham R Sherwood 11/25