A mess of branches

before they were covered in green.

When air was cold and blue,

when stems bore ice.

When it was cold at night.

It was chill, and the moon shone,

through miriad twigs.

When night lasted

in the cold darkness,

from early dusk,

to late dawn.

Now the sun rises early

the heat rises to meet it,

I wake up late and fall asleep

late,

in the warm morning air.