A tree had rooted itself outside my window
Bracing the ground against its seasonal changes
Reminders of autumn lingered on leafless branches
A scarlet scarf remained suspend on a twig
Trying to tug itself free, trying to escape
To wrap reassurance around the collarbone of its owner
Memories clung by design to its reddened fibres.
Clouds folded precipitation into themselves
Hoping to give the world a few moments of happiness
Umbrellas would remain titled in hallways
And coat hangers pilled with outdoor clothing
Wooden hooks remaining dignified in sunlit conditions
Nudity came in the form of fresh raindrops
And icy swipes from the winds.
Watches were checked, checked once, then again
The clock whispered the arrival of 6:00pm
Reluctant in providing a time for motion.
Birds migrated neatly into surreal arrangements
Trusting eachothers decisions to plunge towards the earth
and glide past colossal concrete structures
The spectacle climaxed and
They disappeared into the distance
Where their homes awaited and belonging chimed welcomes.
The afternoon progressed calmly into the evening
And the evening would drift sleepily into the morning
The sun rose to the sound of reminiscent murmurs
Certainty slowly undoing the works of the seamstresses of fate.