dearest,
has not spring followed every winter of your life?
your task is not to hurry along the new season,
but to grow your stores of patience
so that you may quietly weather the cold
in cycles you fall and rise
in cycles you pain and grow
what is winter if not the ultimate growing pain?
your task is not to despair in the receding light,
but to close your eyes in proportion
so that you may continue to remain in harmony
what is winter if not the ultimate preparation for change?
your task is not to cling to what once grew on you,
but to let what has served its purpose gracefully fall away
so that you may remain open to embrace new plantings
what is winter if not the ultimate opportunity for reflection?
your task is not to cry, not to blind yourself with the memory of what once was,
but to bravely face your bare reflection in frozen pools
so that you may know what you are at your core.
saara 