We can see so much more
In the winters of our lives
The present less immediate
The distant revealed
All those leaves that obscured
All behind them have fallen
The shimmering, fluttering
That drew our eyes
That demanded our attention
Are gone now
And we can see
Not only the branches
Skeletons of support
But all that lies behind
Our eyes drawn
Now opened to the fuller
Understanding of what is
And always was
Behind our daily struggles.