Ice came coating, preserving and fast and unrelenting to wintry new beginnings.
Sapping light and energy.
Stuck in December over here in January.
Stiff and creaking slow into
Not giving and not yielding.
This ice fell fierce and release seems asleep.
A static state of deep freeze on slumbering branches and unique flakes falling beautiful suspended:: glacier cinched.
When beneath, there is breathing::: still.
Life sap still rallying::: still glaze-covered but
still quietly percolating
when new births seem daunting for favoring the age- old,
and the sparkle of the sun sweet- dripping sequins on fresh, spotless snowblankets traded for the tight- gripping familiar
appreciating the beauty of the storm,
and softening to a hope- flowing burgeoning spring.
Be joyful in hope… ::: Romans 12:12