Bare Or Full - Missoula, Montana

"Oh, to be free of myself, 

With nothing left to remember, 
To have my heart as bare 
As a tree in December; 
Resting, as a tree rests 
After its leaves are gone...
But still, oh so still 
While the winds come and go...
And heedless, heedless 
If anyone pass and see 
On the white page of the sky 
Its thin black tracery." 

From The Tree by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Read the full text of this poignant  poem here.