deadness holding and Life beholding!

Poems written from the depth have a life of their own. In its own strange therapeutic way words though bellowed in storms of despair carry away the dead leaves to a distant place, so space and time are created for newness and the new to form. This one I wrote last year though very personal, it's in
vulnerabilities and tenderness new growth find their roots.

There stands a tree in my yard,
Whose dead leaves still hold on,
They won't fall easy But fall they must,
The winter has been long,
The deadness in my heart holding on,
Why won't these leaves fall?
Dead as they are...yet receiving nutrients!
The stem won't grow weak;
But fall they must!For new life to begin,
New leaves to come in,      
drying,       
dying,      
 wilting,      
Waiting,     
Awakening,     
Rooting,     
Rising,     
Blooming
Hoping for my new life to begin!!
    
 --- deadness holding & Life beholding