walking through a forest of naked trees. most are dormant and in rest for the season, others...no longer living. but rather than having their bodies put away into boxes and buried, they lay quietly upon their sustainer or continue to stand solemnly in silenced pride until someone decides they are cold. i come upon a tangled mess of limbs like hair teased in a comb's nightmare and can't tell one tree from another- they, together, reach high into the bright-grey, overcast sky. each contrasting limb sways gently in the earth's movement. i feel it in my bones- as if they were the very same limbs on the very same trees. natural, naked movement.