The Revelation of Winter's Warmth

The Revelation of Winter’s Warmth by Odin Roark What values do we so readily disregard these short days of winter? How easily we ignore air filled with crystalline arrest, bestowing remembrance of colors in respite, while we engage our will to embrace the resistance, the invitation to accept. Winter ushers us to perfect seats where bows of pine and oak wood curl their needle and leaf into protection and sleep, a wisdom we know little of, nature’s ancestral intransience. This stage of emptiness soon overflows, like protective strands of lace interlocked, woven crystals that cloak bare branches while crusts of ice bear final witness, time’s cover for now, irrigation come spring. How wise this four act saga of nature, void of discrimination, knowing how little life requires of comfort we so covetously horde, even as rarefied light, that which never hides in the shadows, always provides, if only we would pause… allow. Fortunately An audience of seeds will survive amidst a huddled awareness, providing innate connection to all that is, from all that was, those knowing well that which patience rewards. When will we learn… Survival of the fittest understands beyond the science, beyond a season, gathering carefully the warmth to offer later, one body to another, revealing the exponential wonder to other unique crystals in flight, the we of them, the them of us. Nature’s singularity, so very near for some, a winter’s cold away for others.