Winter is a Poem

winter is a poem written by trees that dared to let go without knowing if spring would ever return

a reminder that even bare branches have not forgotten how to bloom and that becoming nothing is sometimes how we make room

so let the cold come let the old leaves fall you were never meant to remain who you were through it all

even the earth must grow quiet before it learns to flower again and darling, you are no exception to the beautiful patience of change