When the Leaves Are Gone

I see more clearly when the leaves are gone.

When the last tear falls,

The body bare,

I can look through the branches and see the other side.

I see the other half of life we miss

In the summer.

That’s why I like winter better.

In winter,

The real mystery is what’s underneath. 

Reviews

[KTizzle]

I loved the first line. When I think of winter, I do not think about seeing anything clearly, only of death, isolation, and hardship. I liked that you incorporated vision as means to make the essence of winter different. I am not sure if that makes sense. I don't think I like the line where it says, "body bear." I don't understand what you mean by that. I like the line that says, "I see the other half of the life we miss" which makes me think of miracles in hardship. When we suffer, we often miss those small things that make hardship bearable. I especially liked the last line. It made me wish you had explored that some, but I understand why you would leave it there.

I kind of want more of this poem. I feel like it's a good idea and wish to see you keep working on it.

Thanks for posting! Have a great day!