Come Winter Exposure

An invitation to shed what no longer serves you

I look at our back terrace losing her leaves
revealing gaping holes
that were before covered with thick wisteria blossoms
emerald leaves sprawling

Winter invites the loss of leaves
a season of rest, quiet, slow and cold
one of bare exposure

Where blooms and covering before existed
now leave thin branches and stunning outlines
of what exists
underneath

Perhaps the exposure of winter is an invitation
to shed the extra
the ego
the performance
that if – God forbid – stripped away
would display only the whittled down essence
of what is

This exposure is a gift
an offering to surrender leaves
drop layers
shed facades that are no longer purposeful

Once bare, you are exposed
able to directly receive from what
couldn’t get close before.