The old barn doors
in the distance heard
~ close
in unison
at the mercy of the
summer wind
that licks and grabs

She stands almost leafless
– cracked
bereft of feeling
her eyes don’t cry

broken stems
mushroom roofs
encircle her
and the air sings
in the distance

she will find herself
as the seasons
brush against her
standing in silence
as her last leaves fall

Copyright JMTacken 30.1.2015