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

© Amanda Reilly Sayer