a s i d e

a s i d e . . .

They stand together, just off the path.

Not reaching, not blooming, not in a hurry.

Winter has stripped them bare, but not broken.

There’s strength in stillness, in just being here through the quiet season.

Let this be your reminder — even in the cold, even with nothing to show,

you can still hold your place in the world.

You don’t have to do anything more.