Buried in Blue

Steel armor smothers

 branches under ice.

Trees groan.

Birds fall silent.

Underground,

Starlike tips

seek new relationship,

nourishment,

conversation –

the gift of breath.

Why must winter

cut me away

from those I love?

Roots still sing,

 Buried in Blue.

The older I get the more apparent it becomes that I need a greening earth to feel whole. Winter ice and snow block my intimate relationship to the earth, breaking root connections. Frozen solid I must await a change in season to thaw. Once the river flows free of ice I can hear the call. I re-enter the river to reach the sea.