We are told to have no sorrow.
Nature gives us back tomorrow.
One day the voids and emptiness
will be replaced with Summer green.
Broken branches will be cleared,
roadblocks lifted; Spring, returned.
Where those broken branches grew
will be filled in with something new.
But when Winter’s storms won’t wait
and the calm of Autumn’s broken;
there will be no real returning to
the oranges, golds, and reds of Autumn;
nor of those branches once in splendor,
nor to the way that Autumn should have been.Lisa HW..
Sometimes branches stay broken for a long time, and storms seem to last forever…nothing grows unless we plant anew…a broken branch can be a metaphor for life…..
Part of a downed tree in my garden…another of winter’s details…Watercolour on Arches Paper..Toronto, Ontario, Canada…