May 31, 2020
5 min read
Bare Limbs
Why when we are at our coldest, in our most uncomfortable state so bare? The harshness of life leaves us vulnerable. Do we stand like a tree unashamed of our bare limbs and embrace the frost? The tree knows as its robing vibrantly parades its final act, then cascades to the earth leaving its sire without the gifts of its own essence, that now it must expose its true nature and endure the trial until it ceases to the spring. The tree knows that in this chill lies a…
