January anew



Sleepy blue shadows

stretch long in the snow

among baby cedars

waiting for snags to crash

and create sunnier space

for their evergreen.

Wildflower seeds lay dormant

under molten oak leaves

patient in winter’s mock death

burrowing deeper

with each freeze

and thaw.

Like the dry brown grasses

blowing in the frigid wind

I considered my dream lifeless

not daring to hope

for an answer

to buried prayers.

Today my answer held surprise

and joy like a January daffodil.

My heart basked in the winter sun

like a wildflower blooming

like a cedar flourishing

despite the chill.