Leaving the Avenue

Count the cracks       
in the lime's
greedy green sky       
the glint of winter's
barren smile       
virgin chill
breeds baring bough       
sap starving
each new moon   
       
The dead drift
slowly underfoot       
cruel pauper's carriage
crushing twigs       
to wheel past
frowning frost lined clouds       
set mourning
to a northern tune       
our browns awaiting blue       
       
And as we cling       
each gust devours       
more tired souls       
for final thrill   
of mazy round       
in dizzy spin  
to unknown ground  
       
My sister   
now so far beyond       
kind spring and summer   
gently grown       
dare we dance adventure wild       
until the dark earth     
claims us both       
to lie together   
side by side       
before the rot   
shall scream our last       
through silent gnarl of vein