Once leafy trees are now stripped bare.Their branches etch lines into the sky.From each limb grow more limbsLike ever thinner fingersThere is grace in these skeletonsThat dance in the windPerhaps they feel freeUnencumbered by leafy clothes
I love the lavender/pink sky here...nice capture!
Beautiful shot! The setting sun casts a lovely hue.
Great poem and apt photo - the sky is also lovely.