Ever Changing

Stripped bare,

Back to bark,

Rigid vulnerability,

Extremities beseeching

Darkened sky,

Heavy with promise of

Elemental hardship.

Life dips to source,

Buries beneath

Compacted soil,

Seeking renewal,

Replenishing,

Awaiting

New life,

New growth.

Pondering

Future

Garlands,

Garments to array,

In lighter days

With higher skies.

Reaching up,

Outstretched limbs,

Praising heavens’

Airy sunshine.

No longer only down

Nor beneath,

Underground,

Spreading roots

Supporting,

Tenuously

Clinging.

Life.

Ever changing.

Vulnerable But Hardy

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6 thoughts on “Ever Changing”

    1. Thank you, Jerri. Being positive about the onset of winter. I really hate it. Depresses the hell out of me. But I’m still smiling at the moment. Rollercoaster on the up. :)x

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  1. There is a stark beauty to a tree naked and black against a stormy sky. Elemental, nature reduced to its survival mode. You’ve captured it so lovingly.

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