December wind

[vaneramos]

Litters street with fairy corpses
taut and desiccated
fallen from arboreal palace.

City bus lumbering
from the curb snorts derision
stirs a whispering cloud
some crushed.

Puny sun sheds veiled light
the draught of visions
driven before sleep.

Last chance breath
to drink again
before the hands turn
scaling to earth.