The Pine Baron

The veins in her hand made it look like a leaf

Curling and withering at my Winter touch

I never meant to be so cold to you.

I just wanted it to snow so badly that I didn’t notice you leaving little by little

Until the last leaf was the last straw

And you drifted down the Autumn road

Through a field of jack-o’s that never lanterned

And I sold Christmas Trees on the corner knowing full well in a few weeks they’ll be right back at my feet falling apart

Losing needles, losing sight

Barren branches leave no room for shelter when the snow finally melts

And I’m stuck in the Spring rain