twist
in the air
call
as they fall
skeleton trees
clutch remaining leaves
twigged palms
useless
against the shifting winds
of winter.
flicking birds from their perch
careless icicle finger.
those that stay
reveal how stark
the limbs beneath
the moulting bark
poised above
their fallen brethren in
attentive stance
these clinging scraps
of birdlife
frailty
at a glance