Amongst the Trees

Amongst the Trees

As I sit

Amongst the trees

I am reminded that

Some of us are evergreen,

Our outer layers

Seemingly unchanged

Through harsh winter's bite.

Others are deciduous...

When the seasons change

And conditions are

Less than favourable,

We feel it,

We shed our withered leaves,

We fade and fall back.

And what remains is

Laid bare and exposed,

So vulnerable

Yet, perhaps, a quiet dignity abides.

In times of darkness,

We deciduous folk,

We focus down to our roots.

We conserve what energy we have

Ready to emerge with new growth

When we feel the first light of spring.

What a shock

It must be

To learn that one is deciduous,

Having rested with the laurels, (so hardy!)

To see the pines and holly without folly.

To feel autumn,

As leaves leave,

And winter

As if all is lost.

And then relief of spring!

To know

That one can endure the seasons,

This time, at least!

Each year a wisdom

and a confidence,


This too will pass.

Those old oaks

Told me it would be so.

It was hard to hear them,

But when I really listened,

Deep down in my roots,

I knew my place

Amongst the trees.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Resilience, impermanence, letting go

Post Date: May 2020