It’s winter
The trees have lost their leaves
Their branches stand naked
Nothing protects them from the glances
That are cast upon them
The nests built in the shadow of their leaves
In spring
Stand exposed
There is something sad about
The absence of the lush leaves
That decorate their branches
In the summer time
But there is beauty
In their new found transparency
Their branches are extended
With self confidence
Nothing weighs them down
At this point
They feel lighter
Even though they are exposed
No secrets
No hidden agenda
They are vulnerable though
Ice will cover their branches during
Freezing rain
Weigh them down and break them
They will feel the sharp jabs
Of hailstones more acutely
But there is always a price to pay
When baring one’s soul
November 25th, 2016
photo credit: Masoud Atrvash
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