Wednesday, November 13, 2013

In Between



The trees have let go
and shed
their fancy, fall dresses.
They stand bare against the blue sky,
proud in their nakedness.
Soon,
snow will fall and
cling to branches wide and narrow.
They will wait amid the cold and gray,
patient,
for spring.

I too,
am in between.
I have dropped old habits,
ideas and fears.
I shake myself,
to discard the image
of who I thought I was.

And wait
for my springtime
to reveal my true self,
blossoming,
blooming,
stretching toward the sun.

4 comments:

  1. Very nice! I can totally relate.

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  2. Beautiful! I love the imagery. And you.

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  3. This is really awesome, by the way. I can't write poetry for the life of me.

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