a tree

there is a tree i pass every day on my way to and from

work. this tree marks the seasons and changes colors.

this tree is my favorite tree. and it's particularly beautiful

in the spring.

this tree is my dream tree.

this spring i'm finding it quite difficult to hold onto

my dreams, but i'm trying to keep my grip firm.

while showing its pale pink, lacy beauty, the tree

reminded me that many good things last only for 

a season, a short time before a transformation

to something different, greener, more subtle and

appropriate for the next season. and maybe that's

me. maybe this is just a season of change before

my true spring. a truly beautiful reminder that next

year spring will return as expected and as dreamed.