New Life

Cold falls down onto

stiffening solid snow protecting

soft fragile ground.

Seeds dream,

waiting for sun to come

but not too soon.

They need time and

space and the songs of birds to

lull them from their snow-sleep.

Ice carves room to

reach the resting pods filled with

promise.

Melted by underground springs

cold water nourishes rather than freezes,

baptizing new life.

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