Branches

Night is befalling
They are bare
Just the wind is calling
It\'s so cold
No warmth they\'ll share

It seems almost serene
Until they become dark silhouettes
It\'s becoming a sad scene
The moon will emerge
And the fragile branches forget

They breathe squeaky sighs
When the wind infuses
A peaceful night the stars lie
The chill is deep
Fear they abuse

They seem so sinister
In the dark of night
I don\'t know the luster
They seem so blissful
Yet they give such a fright

(I was looking for some inspiration and I looked out side and as it was getting dark the branches on the trees stood out to meâ|So that\'s what this poem is aboutâ|.branches. lol)