Bare, naked trees propose to each other against a sky on fire with color and winter wind
Alight and blazing orange at the horizon, dark trunks stretch up through a delicate soft pink into the sky
one can imagine chapped skin, an exposed breast or tender arm in the rounded crests and limbs
swaying and moving together higher in the sky, awash in a bed of vivid, deepening purple
They seem to not notice their leafless state as they bend together, creaking and whispering, no trace of shyness
or self consciousness.
Silhouettes in love against the darkening sky.