Insightful Inertia

Dead of Winter barren trees rest upon their laurels

iced out by mother, yet blanketed in white

Sitting on heavy hands, dreaming of florals

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season-sanctioned silence, tight-lipped orals

basking in darkness, not laboring in light

Dead of winter barren trees rest upon their laurels

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reaching out, paused for sleep; unkindled aurals

would be still, wood settles into the night

Sitting on heavy hands, dreaming of florals

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winter’s fairweather friend, sunshine paints in corals

warmer hues bested by treow’s birthright

Dead of winter barren trees rest upon their laurels

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march’s sing-songy song, Robin’s morning chorals

light windblown leaves cross greenish fingers tight

Sitting on heavy hands dreaming of florals

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pastoral posture minus time tapping quarrels

inaction to action sparking loaf to limelight

Dead of Winter barren trees rest upon their laurels

Sitting on heavy hands dreaming of florals

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In our human world, resting on one’s laurels is ill-advised and may result in inaction, no forward movement, and inertia.

In nature, however, Winter is the perfect example of where the appearance of stillness and resting works well for things such as trees. A tree need not worry about time and does not share our all too often misconceived notions about the physical world. Instead, their innate cycles guide them through seasons, and their roots nourish and replenish as life duly sees fit.

We can learn a lot from trees through natural observation.

When a keen eye pays attention, one will learn that moments of personal inertia lead to the growth of rewarding new cycles.

originally published on Medium 12/28/2024