Yes my friend. We need deep roots to stand the cold days of life and Winter. The poem was amazing and thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
This is an entire metaphor, start to finish.. life and what it is, how it survives over time, over seasons, as long as it can. There is such a strong feeling of hope resulting in love and joy, warmth and shade.
A lovely poem of the change of seasons; winds spring into action and the leaves and branches fall, age...
trees fade just as we fade and age...so they do as well, but trees look forward to new , whereas humans
may fade forever.... nice metaphor...
Warmly, B
Robert Frost defined poetry as "Poetry is a way of remembering what it would impoverish us to forget" I always try to remember that...all kidding aside there is a quality in which the substance of what poetry is "is" declared in a poem. It leaves a pearl of wisdom and creates a landscape between the poet and the reader...all that is left is the poem and you've solved that for us brilliantly with enough images that in length and depth you know I'll be watching the branches every season and thinking about this poem, so it is going to stick. What better measure is there for poetry?
as we grow old, we change just like the trees in fall, summer, winter, spring...
we are born, we die, we have rebirth...and with strong roots, we survive into old age with still some of our colors left.
j.