There’s a lady sleeping at your feet.
Do you see her?
Her colors are subdued now
In a slumbering grey
As snow falls,
Leaving the powerful silence
of a muted landscape.

There’s a lady sleeping at your feet.
Do you hear her?
Can you hear her in the water flowing?
And in the crunch, crunch, crunch
beneath your boots?

There’s a lady sleeping at your feet.
Do you recognize her promise in the bird’s song?
I’m still her, she whispers,
Beneath this soft blanket of white.
I will emerge again,
Green and new:
Love—
Budding
And
Unfolding.