Naked and Proud

One hundred brush strokes through my auburn hair

as wind whispers through my open arms, gliding

multicolored leaves of Autumn to forested carpet.

I stand naked and proud, exposed branches

for all to see, fingers shivering as they clutch

the last few flags of a forgotten summer.

Struggling vines hug my torso in last attempt

before the frigid fangs of winter take my toll.

I weep with the morning dew, saying farewell

to the glorious colors blanketing my feet

as I prepare for my long sleep before Spring

costumes me in green coat of memories past.