A Tree In The Winter

For Julia

Dark has finally killed light,
warmth has surrendered to bitter cold.
A cannibalistic wind prepares for a feast,
all light is now revelatory.

Enlightenment pours down,
raining on outstretched wooden fingers.
Branches are pointed towards the heavens,
leaves have been desolated in sacrifice.

The piercing feeling of frost nipping at naked bark,
the unbearable teeth of the wind.
I am courageous enough to endure such pain,
I am strong enough to persist.

Patiently waiting for light to over take dark,
and cold to submit to the wishes of warmth.
Waiting for the wind to satisfy its hunger,
and the light to interpret its own relations.

Jehangir Saleh