Frigid Seasonal Warmth


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’s mindset 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 in transience.

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 creative 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 gathering of warmth to offer later,
one body of wisdom to ,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight.

Nature's singularity,
so very near for some.
a frigid-season-conversion away for others.