The park across the street from the rental house is filled with trees, now bare against the winter sky. If you stand on the sidewalk by them you half expect to hear a creaking/moaning type of sound but they are silently forlorn.

At night they stand like long dead sentinels, at attention. Cars zip up and down the street and send beams of light up and around their lines.

Someday soon the wind will change and snow will fall. It will settle into their hollow spaces and squirrels will race up and down their trunks, looking for forgotten food. When Winter turns these dark forms will be full of life, briefly.

Till then, they are just shadow against darkness.

the trees that reach up toward darkness silently lay the framework of the evening...and beyond them christmas lights blink monotonously... -Damian