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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