Wooden memories

we give them names to dramatize the gale force
October winds that massage trees with such intent
skinning sapped leaves swiftly from skeleton
bark pumiced boughs
scrubbed bare they rise light-headedly
an old chest of drawers retorts
one sudden rasping creak of wooden memories

Blowing 44 words for Grace’s Quadrille: Creak…and tying in with the Tuesday Platform