Winter

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.