I love the winter sleep of trees
how they drop everything
to attend to their rest
how they let go of all adornments
so they can begin again
when the time is right
I love the winter sleep of trees
how they bend wisely, lash with gusto
through violent storms
how they move with those currents
and shed twigs, limbs, branches
as if it were nothing
I love the winter sleep of trees
naked form, evolving, reaching
each year closer to the sky
and the honesty, the clarity
such stark simplicity, my mentors
my beautiful beloved winter trees
I started to write, inspired by the spring energy and assuming the poem would be about this .... but it became the above! and it made me smile because for many months I have been sitting and adoring the trees around my home, in their benuded state, and so it is perfectly fitting that my soul would have something to say about that!
( Mods I could not find a tree icon! May I request one for all tree huggers?!)