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.