A Winter's Sleep

I try to be still in this winter in the chilly promise of new song but I am dreaming of Spring of new growth and apple blossoms I am dreaming of the verticality of lush greens but reality is stark and bare devoid of warmth encaptured in a cold clear vision of a life devoid of leaves to be still in the darkness to celebrate the lack of light to see beauty where the patterns are stern, gray, austere still lifes this is the quest for those who slumber beneath the dreaming tree waiting...waiting...waiting for signs of life