I passed once-flaming trees and saw
bare twigs thrust from frozen ground.
The stars had fallen - scattered leaves deteriorating
on the darkened earth.
The warmth left with the morning -
the sun rose and so did you.
The morning broke
everything we built.
I long for the comforter of evening's cool breath -
the embrace of cacophonous canopies of leaves,
but I am left in the dimmest of mornings
with no blanket or shelter from your absence
and only shivering sunshine to thaw my frozen heart.
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