Winter in my heart

Now it is winter in my heart
with no signs of spring
no clue of seeds safely nestled
in dark frost-hardened earth
waiting for warmth
to nurture their growth.

Though signs are bleak
in this season of winter and
everything appears to be dying
this is the in-breath
from which a fresh out-breath
will surely follow.

Everything is held
suspended
as if encased in ice
waiting for a touch of sun
which will surely follow.

A time of rest
of breath holding
before the burst of energy
which will surely follow.

Enjoy this fallow season
this time of slowing down
of nurturing.
This in-breath
from which a fresh out-breath
will surely follow.
© 30 Nov 14