by TAK Erzinger

Trees found
suddenly naked


whistled by wind
swaying, they bare it all

like skinned bones
utterly devoid of shame

From the mouth
of the sky 

snow tumbles down
season’s whispers

revelations arriving
late like a bride

to a wedding
or a long-held secret

And from the tail
of the trail

the moon bathes
those bare bodies

trees found
suddenly naked

baptized by light

washed clean

TAK Erzinger is an American/Swiss poet and artist with a Colombian background. Her poetry and personal essays have been featured in Mojave He[art] Review, Cirrus Poetry Review, The Beautiful Space Journal, The Curlew, The Rising Phoenix Review, I-70 Review and more.  Her debut poetry collection entitled, “Found: Between the Trees” (Grey Borders Books 2019) is currently available.  Most recently, she was selected as one of the four finalists under the category of poetry for The Eyelands Book Awards. 

She lives in a Swiss valley with her husband and cats.