Winter’s Warmth Unmasked

In discovering winter's warmth,

what value we ignore
with 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,
such is Nature's ancestral intransigence.

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,

humankind, like 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,
gathering carefully the warmth to offer later,
one body to another,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight.

Liquid tapestry,

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