the promise of autumn

In the winter

I aspire to be bare as the fig tree

Stripped of every last memory

of every dried-up hope

to be gone with cold winds

and in the spring, reborn anew

Photo by Eric Prouzet on Unsplash

For today has brought a subtle promise in serenity

and with that, the desperation for metamorphosis

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