The tree outside my window once had many bright green leaves,
Then yellow, orange, red they fall til’ bare, it’s branches grieve.
Though wind and frost and season’s change will take it’s colored ends,
The sturdy tree stands still and tall, just waiting for the mends
That come with Spring, which follows cold–that wintry, darkened season;
When leaves and color come again, and bring back all the reason
For this lonely tree, when all is gone, and winter takes it’s light,
To hope for what it knows will come, but is not within sight.
Hold on to hope, it’s all we have to get us through the cold,
For Autumn leaves will soon bring Spring if hope is what we hold.
I wrote this poem in college when I was living in northern Utah, a place which truly celebrates all four seasons. If I could live my whole life in those fleeting weeks when summer ends and winter has not yet struck, I would be elated.
I remember looking out my bedroom window at a beautiful, grand tree who’d scattered the grassy hill with it’s yellow, orange, then red leaves. I was terribly sad that such a golden season, so short lived, was already ending. Even more sad was I of the endless winter that inevitably brought chill and snow, short days and dark nights. Hope of Spring always got me through those wintry days. Now I live in a place that only has two seasons: hot summer and cold summer; how I miss that beautiful, grand tree who caught the colors of Autumn and left them by my window.
Photo: Alpine, Utah by Ivan Ho (my talented brother)
PS- find my other poem here
I am in Utah again, for my brother’s wedding. The sunsets here take my breath away. And just in case you thought I filtered these at all…they are untouched. It was that gorgeous.
Photos by Ivan Ho, my brother 🙂
In this desert city we were fighting 110 degree heat, so even getting up with the sun only bought us a few hours to climb! Before we knew it, the scorching sun was heating up that gorgeous rusty-red rock. We took my sister-in-law (and her hubby) rock climbing in southern Utah, before heading back to SF. Since it was their first time climbing outside, I did a lot of this^^ (belaying). My hands got so dirty from our rope! Almost time for a new one.
That red rock is so delicious, you really cannot call yourself a climber until you’ve climbed on it.
Megan is tiny and strong (this mama of 3 does Crossfit several times a week!), so she pretty much muscled her way up there like she’d been a climber her whole life. It took me a whole year before I climbed like that! I really need to hit the weights again…. ever since Taiwan & Hong Kong, I’ve gotten completely out of my routine. I’ve been so busy with weddings and guests and vacay’s and packing that it still feels like I JUST BARELY got home from Asia!! I honestly don’t know where the months have gone. Hopefully after the move, I’ll be back in sync with lifting & working out. Anyway…back to packing!