When water turns to ice

It shrinks, sometimes cracking, crumbling

So, too, in the winter

My world
Dark, frozen

Contracting to smaller space

Crouched in the narrow confines

The bleakness brings out within me

With the gray frozen scapes without me
Then, one never knows when in this

Northern place,

It comes



Gestation bringing forth

Green smells on the light wind

Yellow leaves

Pink and white flowers

Carpets of growth

And burgeoning hope

Rising like sap within me

Until I, too, am budding and


Expanding to meet the longer day,

Brighter light

Return of life



* Written as a part of Jena Schwartz’s Dive Into Poetry, facilitated on Facebook.  

* Photo compliments of Carrick T. Palmer, SUNY ESF 2017. 


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