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