The beauty, the splendor of bare branches is
sometimes missed by its seeming simplicity.
Each limb holds its own grace and strength,
and yet the union of each to one single trunk
Extremely quiet . . . but the softness of each branch
is hardened by the stark shadows
randomly thrown across the landscape.
Extremely harsh … yet the sweetness of each
tiny dance wipes away the bitterest tear,
the coldest heart.
As I breathe in winter’s air, the tree’s wholeness fills me,
and I am lifted to the highest, lightest, tightest bud,
ready to burst.