The end is nigh -- Yay! (Principle/Hexagram 63, COMPLETION)

The end of doomsaying

The end of misery

The end of another winter

inside

the end of you:

the you of rusted

years spent to the

quick.

The end of flaming

pity for the self.

The end of believing

that you are a dead

tree in a naked

field

True, no birds

nest in your barren

branches. No crickets

sing at your feet.

Yet.

Listen close. Lay your ear

against the frozen

trunk. Can you hear

the sap

creaking?

When winter composes

its completion,

your ear will

sing. Your hands

will pulse

in time 

with sap's arousal,

and you will ring.

Promise.

Art: "Sap Rising" by Elsbeth Poulk-McLeod

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist, 

and do not die,

but only retire a little from sight,

and afterward return again.

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)