The barren tree

Winter drifter
Rainbow Salad
Published in
Jun 2, 2024

Most days I’m a barren tree

With no beauty to behold

No shade to rely on

No fruits to count on

Just another sign of a season ending

A disappointing opener to the real show

Most days my branches can’t handle it

They wilt and cower in shame

Hiding behind piles of snow

Praying the weight will break them for good

They pray as the answer passes their way

They pray and the answer drifts away

Most days I’m not anything

But most days are not my everyday

And every day I’m a standing tree

My roots stubborn

My foundation solid

My soil hopeful

My wood sturdy

And I am living

By sheer will, I am living

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