At winter’s end 
in the forest for the trees
stark naked stalks
devoid of leaf
show clearly where you 
are right now —

Not yet? Not quite?
have you 
lived UP to every 
expectation placed to 
harness harvest dare not
waste the precious
Great
they said it
was your task to

Realize?
not as an end that once
achieved leaves nothing 
more for which to 
reach 

Into your promise! 
deep inside lies 
potent strength to be 
applied to That

which never was 
but now shall be 

Another piece! 
collected works complete, 
O sweet sigh
at the end of your life
that is to say
your death shall be

Naturally!

the result of
having lived UP
all of that potential.