Oak Tree

I am holding on to my leaves

like a cloak protecting me

from the freeze.

 

I’m not read to let go

to bare myself

to be vulnerable

to the next season.

 

But I know in time

I will have no choice

my covering will drop

and I will be exposed.

 

Comfort me O Lord, and see me through

until sunlight warms me

and new shoots bloom

once again.

~ Tammy K. Barthels