bare trees in winter

Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are. ~Arthur Golden


bare trees in winter reveal
their original lines,
lithe, innocent

our nakedness reveals
who we are, stripped
of fashion's dictates

when will we stop needing to choose:
when will we be happy with whatever
shows up.. willing to flow, as a river spurts

right through our living rooms
drops of purple and gold graces
swimming, without racing

stories from faery tales floating
pages rearranging
tiny threads of truth
bobbing to the surface

infinity
telling us
just what we needed to hear
without having to choose

we just sit down with
whomever is at our table
share soup and bread

sleep when tired sings
dream when dreaming needs
to shine who we really are

truth, reverberating
in wide open fields, we find time-
head resting against a maple tree

eyes reflecting stars
within our vulnerabilities,
gleaming in ceaseless sea

Kate Lamberg
11/22/11