"Soon the trees that make

these heavy stirring shapes, that sigh

as they gather up and soften

and transpose the dark will strip

themselves (like those old men

who leave their wives and families

to wander naked on the roads)

and then their brittle cast off

leaves will scratch and crawl

along the roads to give the only

sound of winter nights

and then the wind

and the other moon will have

come into their own."

– Robert Gregory, from "The Wind and the Other Moon"