Lying In Shaken Trust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winds shaking trees within it's gripping clutches,
throttling their long necks, causing them to jerk
and twist about.

Throughout the ordeal, leaves are wrenched from
their meager holds upon the branches and are hurtled
to the ground.

Lying in their shaken trust, peering upwards, horror-
struck, for way on top, where some of them have fallen
from, there is no covering, all is bare.

Aging in so short a time, weeping trees are suddenly
bald.