“A Winter”

The tree’s are loosing their leaves

A winter is on the rise

A coldness in our noses

Blowing smoke

That does rise

What is this?

How shall they behave

The things that are outside

For the blizzard

Blows them to and fro

And they know not which way it goes

How do they live through this life?

For I to am a tree

That moves to and fro

Between the unseen

And the seen

Which one shall I ultimately achieve

Light is not seen here

Yet only reveals the masses

And this tree that is I

Grows and understands not

The unseen concrete echelon

But am held accountable of knowing

Damn my birth

For what is it’s worth

No I say this not in depression

But in a realization

My winter has been for many scores

As of now

Let the sun shine some how

I’m told to chill

Relax and not worry about such things

Yet the very ones who say this

Have put this forcefully on my plate

This food that I had ate

I hold no fruit

For the blizzard has shunned it from me

And I’m growing weak

For its wind is bending me

I need Achamoth to come

Let her bring forth herself

Unto me so that I may see

This unseen

Let my winter go away

So that I may focus on the day

I know at first

I’ll become worse

Yet then I shall straighten

My leaves shall grow,

and the fruit will flourish its bounty

let the spring arise

for there is life.

Ryan Brady O’Reilly

11/2001