Winter Reflection


What reward some 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,
natural wisdom we know little of,
environment's ancestral intransience.

This stage of nakedness soon fills,
like protective strands of thread interlaced,
woven crystals cloaking bare branches,
while crusts of ice bear final witness,
Nature’s cover for now
its irrigation come spring.

How wise our cosmic seasons…

This four act saga of organic change,
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 and care rewards.

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

Nature's singularity,
the seasonal magic so very near for some,
a winter's shivering-cold for others.

Winter’s collective…

Such a work of art,
a hibernate of reflection and reawakening…

until spring.