The trees have become bare,
Signifying the physical representation of the change that occurs,
Both in the mind and outside of the safety of home
During this time, the plants wilt, the streets die,
and old habits regain relevance.
Some see it as an abrupt return to reality,
While others se it as a departure from it…
…A departure, like leaves from the trees
After the wind has blown slightly strong enough
To send them spiraling down
Into a cyclone of their own collective consciousness,
Only to hit the ground to become sustenance for the next generation
The irony is that in all of their time fearfully trying to stay afloat,
The leaves never stopped to enjoy the brief satisfaction
Of how it felt to truly be free
