The tree had shed its leaves before
but in the fall seasons,
as it was supposed to do,
in preparation for the winter months.
An act that that facilitated its survival.
But this time,
in these early summer months,
the fallen leaves were not part of
a process for survival
of the absence of life.
The tree had died.
And I think of human life
and how strategies that demonstrated our
ability to survive
in one season,
can be evidence that we are
our thriving inhibited.
Stark evidence of our desperate need
to learn new and healthier ways of being.
Seasons give context.
Seasons give meaning.
© 2017 by Esther W. Wright
According to various websites
This is the day Spring 2015 will begin
One tree in my yard
Seems to have received Spring's memo
And rushed to meet her
Another seems to be giving her a cold shoulder
Holding on to its winter leaves
They seem to teach a lesson
Each blossoms in its time
Accept your difference