The nights are cold

Days short, nights growing longer

Darker, deeper,

What is the adjective that would describe what the trees are doing now?

Are they relaxing? Are they cold? Are they panicking? Are they feeling old?

Are they feeling new, already longing and looking forward to the days ahead?

Trees like Jews seeing evening as emergence, night as new beginning

I don’t know what adjective would describe trees in these dark times

Where does their sap go?

Does it freeze? Actually, I beleafs it is sweetened to reduce its freezability, but for the most part deciduous trees dehydrate in winter to avoid frost damage.

What is the underground part of trees’ character? Is it alike the subconscious of the you’s and the me’s and the like? What memes and patterns might we see, below the knees of the trees?

What is at the foot, the root tips, the forefront of the trees, underground and above ground?

And what is the answer to that question, for your own slice of life?

What is one growing towards? What is my goal, for this day or this week or this month or this year or this lifetime or this <cycle>?

As the seasons change, mad things rearrange,

May the force of forest succession be with you, and may peace be up on you