Waiting for Summer

A Spider Winds its way Up
The Trunk of A Bare Tree
Soon there will be Green Leaves
Covering it All
Hiding Secrets.
I Kinda Like the Lean Looks
The Stark Masculine Defiance
Standing Jagged
In Warm Sunlight
No Swaying in the Wind
Dry and Barren
A Mob of Branches
And Yet Each Alone.