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Poem – In the winter, we can see

In the winter,
we can see the bones of things.
We can see the true shapes
of the trees.
We can see where the birds
have made their homes.
We can finally see
the river that nourishes both,
that sustains.

In the winter,
we know what is what,
without any pretense,
without any show.
No more padding,
no more guile.
In the winter,
you know where you stand
and what you have
to work with.

It is like this in our lives
when the storms tear down
our defenses,
our walls,
our artifice.
Only when we have nothing
do we see what we really have
to work with.
Only when the tornado has come through,
the divorce is final,
the tragically died has been buried,
do we see what we really have,
what is our foundation.

Who knew?
We might have been building
all our hopes
on something frail,
something false.
We might have been
pinning our dreams
on something as insubstantial
as the morning mist.

It is a gift, this stripping away.

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3 thoughts on “Poem – In the winter, we can see

  1. Yes! Your poem definitely resonates. Allowing the leaves of old beliefs and structures and distractions to fall away and to stand naked in our Truth. No matter how challenging or painful To be vulnerable. Welcoming the bitterness of winter as an invitation to go within where real warmth is. Namaste’. ❤

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