This post is a revision of an earlier poem and is in honor of the 8 inches of snow we received yesterday.
Tread softly on the sleeping ground
where roots and rhizomes
grow in secret
unimpaired
beneath the snow
and corms and pupae
snuggly rest
and wait
until
the appointed time
to wake
and stretch
upward
through softening soil
towards
the light.
Attend gently to sleeping dreams
where hopes and wishes
grow in secret
unimpaired
beneath awareness
and inspiration
safely rests
and waits
until the appointed
time
to wake
and stretch
unbound
through softening resistance
towards
the light.
