Perceiving Warmth in Winter’s Cold

What value we ignore,
these short days,
air filled with crystalline arrest
bestowing remembrance of colors in respite,
while we engage anew
our will to embrace
the resistance
the invitation to accept.

Winter ushers us to perfect seats
where bows of pine and oak wood
curl their needle and leaf
into protection and sleep,
wisdom we know little of,
nature's ancestral intransience of life.

This stage of emptiness soon fills
like protective strands of thread interlaced,
woven crystals cloak bare branches,
while crusts of ice bear final witness,
cover for now,
irrigation come spring.

How wise
this four-act saga of nature,
void of discrimination,
knowing how little life requires
of comfort we so covetously horde,
even as rarefied light,
that which never hides in the shadows,
always provides,
if only we would pause,
allow.

Fortunately…

An audience of seeds will survive
amidst a huddled awareness
providing innate connection
to all that is
from all that was,
those knowing well
that which patience rewards.

Survival of the fittest
understands beyond the science,
beyond a season,
carefully gathering the warmth to offer later,
one body to another,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight.

Nature's singularity
so very near for some,
a winter's cold away for others