The trees have become bare,

Signifying the physical representation of the change that occurs,

Both in the mind and outside of the safety of home

During this time, the plants wilt, the streets die,

and old habits regain relevance.

Some see it as an abrupt return to reality,

While others se it as a departure from it…

…A departure, like leaves from the trees

After the wind has blown slightly strong enough

To send them spiraling down

Into a cyclone of their own collective consciousness,

Only to hit the ground to become sustenance for the next generation

The irony is that in all of their time fearfully trying to stay afloat,

The leaves never stopped to enjoy the brief satisfaction

Of how it felt to truly be free