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  • The trees are growing bare,
    now only a few leaves hang, like a Christmas tree with too few ornaments.
    the bones of a frame with no picture
    But still
    not quite gone,
    some leaves hang like a bad memory
    last season’s cosmic joke
    no longer fashionable…
    it fills me with anxiety for some reason,
    and embarrassment
    for these half-dressed mannequins.
    There’s a point where almost-nakedness is worse than nakedness.
    Naked is unobjectionable,
    just is.
    Half-naked hints at the act of undressing,
    sex, violence,
    something come undone, of something
    stopped
    half-
    way.

    I want to avert my eyes
    and hurry on my day without noticing
    I just want things to be over already,
    winter to be here,
    permission to be given to disrobe,
    instead of this agonizing strip tease.
    It’s like Eve trying to cover herself with a leaf,
    when the leaf just draws attention to her immorality.
    If she had just embraced her Fall
    instead of feeling so ashamed
    our sympathies would have found a better home.
    We wouldn’t have needed to feel so bad about ourselves.

    Where are our role models of nakedness?
    Our celebrities flirt with indecency
    but rarely do they ever bare their soul
    the true depths of their grief lay hidden
    behind a few sad leaves, a torn shirt,
    a news headline
    unless they end up in the gutter like Amy Winehouse
    or so many before and after…
    No we rarely go there, winter is seen as something to be gritted through
    rather then embraced.

    Unless you live in Vancouver where you can go skiing
    or fall in love with the snow
    but then too, it’s only if you can afford it.
    Most of us hole ourselves up in tiny bedrooms
    turn on too many lights
    and shut the blinds
    trying to ward off the darkness that lies just outside our window.
    We dream of sun or go away to warmer climes
    trying to chase away this unsettling feeling
    that hangs over our head like a dark shadow we can't name.

    I want to force my eyes open,
    bare witness to something that scares the hell out of me.
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