Undressed

Undressed trees stand shivering

as flimsy shifts blew away;

the last leaves are quivering,

till they too will drop, decay.

Under bark’s rough covering

grow tiny cells in wonder-

blooms to be, still hovering,

kept safe from autumn’s thunder.

Dreams of spring are flowering

in darkened night’s soft caress;

lovers cuddle, showering

moist kisses on skin, undressed.