February Dream

Last night I dreamed
I walked beneath the frozen earth,
Amid the roots of sleeping
Flowers and trees,
And felt these
Ice-bound prisoners stir,
Breaking the silences of their dark tomb
With faint, sweet murmurings of birth.
Within the soil’s deep womb,
I heard them sigh,
Like children on the verge of waking.
Each was intent upon the task of breaking
The shell that bound it to the clay.
Each root, each seed, each bulb
Awaited, restlessly,
The faint, sure call of Nature
That would set them free.
And this I learned,
In earth’s dark tunnelway:
Though singing streams are stilled
And hills are cloaked in white,
There soon will be an end
To winter’s long cold night….
Spring is not very far away!

FARM JOURNAL