Poem - She stood there leafless

A Poem

And just like that, she was leafless and would remain that way for quite some time.

Her frame exquisite and striking against grey skies.

This is the season of becoming all over again she thought, but first.

Stillness.

Stopping.

Vulnerability.

And look, see, a nest, a home, high in her branches.

She is a safe place but exposed.

She is brave and not alone.