snow heavy atop branches of leyland cypress,
until the mass collapses, falls in slow motion,
reveals deep green, fresh, renewed, vibrant with crisp hope,
all the canopy's a stage, snowflakes - mere actors
- enter the world in cold, nourished by the colder,
affinity with the coldest up to the thaw,
spring is a dream we dream from under the tundra,
trapped in an avalanche, who knows which way is up

cc: Chagall 2020