Inner Green
One of the many wonders of winter
is a forest of mature pine trees
bending under thick, wet snow,
each branch bearing a burden
seemingly beyond its means.
The trees cradle this burden
because within its weight
is the nourishment
that with the thaw will feed the tree.
Under the heavy veil,
the green of the spruce cannot
compete with the pristine sear
of the white upon it,
And so the green retreats to black
leaving only the memory of green,
accepting the loss of its glory
in the same manner
that it accepts the weight of the snow.
When cold gives way to warm
and ice to water,
the green will spring out of the tree
and rule the forest,
a green as comforting as a mother's caress
and as comfortable as a mother's kiss.
And I can only believe
that the weight of my woe will lift
and find nourishment
in the very cause of the burden I bear,
and that my inner green
will be reborn and rule my life.
is a forest of mature pine trees
bending under thick, wet snow,
each branch bearing a burden
seemingly beyond its means.
The trees cradle this burden
because within its weight
is the nourishment
that with the thaw will feed the tree.
Under the heavy veil,
the green of the spruce cannot
compete with the pristine sear
of the white upon it,
And so the green retreats to black
leaving only the memory of green,
accepting the loss of its glory
in the same manner
that it accepts the weight of the snow.
When cold gives way to warm
and ice to water,
the green will spring out of the tree
and rule the forest,
a green as comforting as a mother's caress
and as comfortable as a mother's kiss.
And I can only believe
that the weight of my woe will lift
and find nourishment
in the very cause of the burden I bear,
and that my inner green
will be reborn and rule my life.