Joyful Ruins

Holding onto life

not knowing that in death

is where my resurrection lies

My leaves that fall as winter calls

I do not wish to face the cold

but I cannot stop the change

as natural as can be

in this world

I’m left standing

bare and grey

I do not like this death in me

It leaves me cold

it leaves me ugly

it looks as though

life has left me forever

I wait through winter

I stay untouched

Except by frost

and nature’s will

Then one day

I am renewed

my leaves are back

my color warm

The world rejoices

that winter is gone

And I can’t help

but wonder if

the winter’s silence

its death in me

produced the beauty

of spring we love