New Poem
"Winter"
I like trees in winter:
How bare their branches are
Without the weight of summer's
Overgrowth drawing them down.
Though barren, they look happy.
The wind doesn't bend them as much now.
Without leaves, they do not break --
A monument to simplicity's strength.
There are no distractions from the grey --
No vibrant greens, reds, or oranges.
The tree is one with itself now --
A testament to unity's peace.
Rest, my dear tree, rest in the
Freedom only winter can bring you.
Rest in the silence, the quiet of sleep.
For too soon spring will be upon you,
And your branches will fatten with
Leaves of obligations and trivial needs.
Shake off those leaves that bind you.
Let the year to you be one long winter.
I like trees in winter:
How bare their branches are
Without the weight of summer's
Overgrowth drawing them down.
Though barren, they look happy.
The wind doesn't bend them as much now.
Without leaves, they do not break --
A monument to simplicity's strength.
There are no distractions from the grey --
No vibrant greens, reds, or oranges.
The tree is one with itself now --
A testament to unity's peace.
Rest, my dear tree, rest in the
Freedom only winter can bring you.
Rest in the silence, the quiet of sleep.
For too soon spring will be upon you,
And your branches will fatten with
Leaves of obligations and trivial needs.
Shake off those leaves that bind you.
Let the year to you be one long winter.