Day 2: The Shedding (The Bare Trees)
7 Days of Late Autumn | Day 2: The Shedding
The oak tree outside my window is unlearning how to hold on.
One by one, the amber and rust let go,
not with a scream, but with a drift,
sliding down the wind to carpet the damp pavement.
I watch the branches thin into skeletons,
stripped of their ornaments, exposed to the elements.
And I wonder: what remains of me
when I finally stop holding onto things that are already dead?
Maybe there is a clean, honest beauty
in being entirely bare.
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