
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Fertile ground in dormant slumber
unmade bed of rusted green
Smoothed by winter’s coverlet
still, in silent preparation
Can you see beauty
in the skeleton tree lines?
The jubilation of up-stretched limbs?
Shadow crowns dance
over blankets of fresh snow
New canvas for angel wings
Can you find solace
in the sound of brittle steps?
The bite of frigid air?
Allow the earth to catch you
in buoyant powder
Feel the awakening kiss
on your bare neck