Long months of cold prepare us for the heat to come.
A dance of warm and cold, ebb and flow.
The eternal rhythm of life.
It's hard to imagine the first buds of spring
While surrounded by snow and ice.
But soon we will wish for cool weather amidst summer's heat.
Each prepares the way for the next
In an unending tapestry.
Life, dormant in the cold, will burst forth again.
Not gone. Just sleeping. Storing its energy.
Made strong by the cold while embraced by the Mother.