The Foolish Tree

There stands quite a foolish tree
In the middle of my back yard,
He holds on to dead brown leaves
While his friends are majestically sparse.
Though the wind whips and whirls,
And January adorns my wall,
The tree can’t relinquish his crunchy old past,
Still dressed in the hues of last Fall.
Spring brings promise of newness and birth
After Winter has held us all bare,
But if we, like that tree, still are clothed in the dead,
How will we be remade this year?


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1 Response to The Foolish Tree

  1. Cathy Grubbs says:

    Love this post!! 🙂

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