This photo was taken by my friend who lost his dad this past week. I included it, because it's really more about life than death to me.
At this time of year, while I watch,
the trees struggle between life and sleep
through the strongest brilliance they will know,
shedding their coverings for the harsh, brittle
state of winter. I see that the only way
they can possibly live again is to die –for now.
Dropping all signs of life through a grand
array, they lie still and bare until,
through the wonder of spring,
they are resurrected to beauty and vibrance.
Such is a picture of our seasons
and of our lives.
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