Even in the darkest winter
under the frost-hardened earth
the roots are deep in discussion
through mycelium threads
exchanging plans for spring
sharing secrets about their emergence
following the black icy fingers
of underground rivers
In the fields and forests
winter’s cold hand rests on our backs
while fires are kindled
with breath and belief
that beneath fur and flesh
life stirs in the belly
and even seeds stretch their limbs
inside hard-shelled wombs
Down in the cracks and caves
life taps against the ice
drawing up heat from the depths
and nurturing the unknown.
Curl toward the warmth
be it of hearth or earth
melting winter with your attention
to reveal the raw and new