Learning from trees

Make some time to sit among the trees.
They understand how it feels to be stripped bare;
To have known the joy of young fruit
Clinging to their branches 
And the sharp ache when it falls away;
The glory of being clothed in golden color
And the chill of exposure 
when all we thought defined us turns to dust.
For they’ve also learned to trust
That the short dark days will lengthen into light,
And find them taller, stronger, clothed once more,
And laden with new gifts to bring to life.