I feel like winter.
my branches are bare.
the previous month's
sudden flush of colour
has fallen away
and I am naked to the cold winds
I am whipped by the rains
buffeted by the elements
my beauty faded
lying dying around my feet.
I am alone in a forest
my neighbours are tall
I am shrinking before them
the promise of spring has died
the sun is absent
the clouds hang low and grey
and my heart sinks
deeper into the
darkest\ of depressions.
there is only
one tiny seed
for tomorrows harvest,
one seed to carry me through.
I feel like deep winter
and I am cold and alone.

The picture is of me before the recent storms