Bare Branches

Thick mounds of powder

taking tumbles off the trees.

Good for the earth,

too much for branches to bear.

Especially if holding onto yesterday's bounty.

Like bitterness, weighing me down.

When released

to the wind,

allows for forgiveness

and air to flow.

Making my load

more like a knapsack

rather than a barrel-

tied on my back.

By me.