It seems everyone believes
the cycle of life ends in winter.
Days are shortened
as the crisp cold steals
motivation from movement
the pace falling, falling away
into sleepy stillness.
But life also begins in winter.
Life begins in sleepy stillness.
In the quiet cold we begin to find
motivation for movement,
and as the winter wind warms
the growing days
we discover ourselves bit by bit,
blossoming in the spring
and entering the cycle
as life breathes into everything.