Empty Branches 


In the cold hard light

of winter,

no roof of leaves

to shelter my steps,

I wander the garden

with a shadow

that seems too thin.

Without you here,

I've grown smaller.

I've entered a place

that spins around itself

like wind in empty branches.

Come home, let there be us,

catch me in your embrace.


by Tom Spencer


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