and now this

curls of
empty trees
leaning
against each
other
as the wide
stream widens
and rises
at the edge
of where they
stand and
wait it out.
and your hand
against
the window
is cold.
you feel
the bones of
winter rubbing
against
you. it's
always a surprise
when things
don't go
the way you
planned, summer
being summer,
and now this.