The Trees of Autumn

A personal season of transition

With the change of season, I feel myself transitioning to a personal season of rest and quiet. My soul desires time to sit still and become dormant. Not having to stay "on" all the time. My soul is not an evergreen but an oak… or maybe a maple or poplar.

The Trees of Autumn

Like the trees of autumn
I want to withdraw
into myself -- deep inside...
The birds will dance and
play on my empty branches,
but I will stay dormant
for the seasons of 
my autumn and winter.
When will spring come again
So I can bloom with leaves,
and new eggs be hatched
in the nest of my hands!
But the rest is needed,
and autumn is the time.
The spring and summer seasons
will come again, but now,
I must rest and conserve.