In Winter, some look around and see
only death in everything.
I see it resting.
I see it protected
under a warm blanket of snow.
I see it exploring
dimensions under the soil.
I see it gathering,
accumulating,
storing.
I see it preparing
for growth in new directions.
Preparing
for becoming more of itself.
Preparing
for becoming bigger,
stronger,
more resilient.
Preparing to celebrate that
with new leaves,
blossoms,
fruit.
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