the sentinels of the grove
gradually shed their load
leaves of seasonal hues
caress the bare earth
natural nakedness is preferred
to embrace the white out
one must undress
so snowflakes can caress
their bold boughs
for a frosty winter
cannot defeat
the sheer joy
of that soft white coat
all will laugh and gloat
at the chilly wonder
of snow bound boughs
we need to bare our flesh
in order to start afresh
we need to shed our load
to embrace what may unfold
for if we grasp at dowdy dress
it hinders our progress
better to undress
to calm our crazed mess!
dVerse, Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow?
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Powerful stuff.
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Stripped is a good place to restart, naked of heart and mind, a new beginning. Wonderful lines.
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Lovely. Each season I love for different reasons.
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lol I’ve barely known distinct seasons as I prefer temperate climates 🙂
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Perceptive observation, Kate, about trees undressing to accept show’s caress. Leave it someone to whom snow is a novelty to notice such things.
Apt, too, that you relate it to the emotional baggage we must divest to delight in new joy.
The ejected burden serves a purpose, though. In nature, discarded leaves eventually become the rich soil that nourishes future exuberance, and emotional detritus similarly enriches incoming experiences.
Still, the first necessary step is to drop those leaves!
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oh wise insights thanks Keith .. yes our past shapes but doesn’t define us!
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What a beautiful response to the stunning scene, the like of which I have never experienced. I’d never thought of the trees undressing to experience the snow. Lovely thought.
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ah I found the photo online as it depicted the quote we were asked to write on … at the base of the poem Norah.
Have seen it in Europe but it’s such a vague memory that it seems like another life 🙂
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And I thought it went the other way round. Never mind, it’s still works and it’s still beautiful. ❄
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This is so beautifully said. The message and metaphor are inspiring. Great work.
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Love this poem, SweetKate! It brought tears to my eyes.
YES, each season in nature, and each season of our lives, is beautiful, valuable, and necessary for life to continue and to thrive!
Perfect photo and poem pair!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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I love your poem of vulnerability!
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Makes winter coming soon sound a little better 🙂
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and a cool relief for our current heat wave 🙂
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“we need to bare our flesh
in order to start afresh
we need to shed our load
to embrace what may unfold”
The truth inherent in these lines is timeless! Well said, Kate.
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I like what murisopsis said! Take time to allow the elements to touch you. Like walking barefoot in the grass… or even briefly let the cold wind chill your cheek.
It is a different view of things when trees and emotions are undressed 🙂
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A metaphor for personal growth – release the past and accept the change ! Good one!
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