Poetry, Reflections

“The Small Death…”

I am a tree

shedding golden leaves

one at a time

and then a multiplicity.

Standing stark and naked now

vulnerable

in the light of a full moon.

My glory laid about my roots

a blanket made of pieces.

Each leaf fallen but a memory

yet still a promise

of what might one day be…

Grieve not for me, my friends,

for this is just the “small” death.

And I shall live again, in spring

with the sun

reborn like the phoenix…

And take up a new mantle

revealing a truer Me…

 

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