Diamonds

These bare trees

With white weights settling on

Thin shoulders

Look like skulls

Without the skin

When all the multicolored leaves

Have gone - stripped down

To the bone.

They are more beautiful

This way -

Following a geometry

I have no conception of, but one

That calls crystals

To mind, bound tight

To themselves,

Maybe bending but not breaking

In these winter

Winds;

Twisting in a structure that supports

A closed system - impenetrable

Like diamonds

Cut so that the light reveals

Every possible color.