We do not get over anything,
move on, let go.
We absorb things,
like the earth does the rain and snow.
Do we believe when spring thaws come
that the earth has forsaken winter.
Or was winter rather the preparation
for summer’s flush,
the blooming, which takes the rain
to cause new growth.
No, letting go of anything
is a myth,
that we can all open a thousand garden gates
and see what’s behind them.
Yet, with time, we might discover
seedlings we had never dreamed.
Seasons bring their many mysteries,
and how we find our healing is one.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry