Inner Shape
After Spring’s disguise
of bud and blossom
Summer’s foliage,
the fruit of Fall
we return
to the inner shape,
the true self of Winter.
The trunk grows still,
gnarled and patient,
the sap subsides,
the branches reach
tentative fingers
into the icy air.
Remembering,
waiting.
Islamabad, May 2001
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