A Branch

These trees.
 
 A forest surrounds me.
 
 I am accustomed to growth.
 
 Striving.   Nurturing.

I accept the boughs above me.
 
 There is comfort in the shade.
 
 Relief.   Passiveness.
 
 Peace.

I’ve seen many seasons.
 
 The heat of summer.
 
 Foliage of Autumn.
 
 But now, it’s Winter.

I’m thankful for deep roots
 
 reaching further underground.
 
 Roots of strength.
 
 Roots that last.

Right now,
 
 I’m bearing all,
 
 touched by others
 
 on my journey.

It’s my place
 
 where I again look forward
 
 to the Spring
 
 of new life.  Regeneration,

replenishing
 
 rain, sunshine-
 
 storms and clearings.
 
 This poem is just a branch.

By: Lucia Haase