I stand tall, naked
limbs extended to the sun
proudly, I reach for the sky
fragmented clouds encircle
rooted, I sway to a breeze
a gentle dance with autumn
Thinly, I shiver
as below me they gather
the pool of leaves
that have forsaken me.
Deb Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-125/
