The sky gets wider as the leaves give their slow twirl to Earth
Hundreds in golds and reds in release make naked their summer home
Laying the carpet thick with their final breath
Vulnerability spreads it branches to the coming season of bitter cold
Rooted deep, gathering the vital force of earth to harbor the core of life safe
The metaphor trembles in me.
Of being fully frocked in summer green and lush
All dressed up for the heat and the party in abundance
Then Winter heralds her call in chilled beg of release to lay it all down
Lay it all down vulnerable and naked to the season of freeze and austerity
There is no hiding of the self when the cold bares down hard
The flirt of Summer dress falls away hiding nothing
HIding nothing at all
As you stand stripped to your branches, unguarded, unprotected,
Exposed in the raw like every other tree in the woods.
Every tree in your woods with arms stretched to the Heavens
Taking the Winter for the renewal of life in Spring
Cause it will come. It will come and feed your soul of green
Call creativity up from the roots of you as you give again
It is for this you remember as you let the death of things go
Rooted to the truth of of the everlasting journey of One with the other
What was never yours has always been yours in the circle of Seasons
In the circle of life, In the unending circle of All that Is.
In the death and life, and Rebirth, In the coming and going and return
Maybe, you are Pine
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 