Dressed in flannel, wrapped in fleece
The scent of coffee fills the air
Each sips warms me from my center
Heat radiating like concentric rings
Flowing on the surface of the water
Disturbed by one small pebble
The water, like my soul, today is frozen
Cold, lifeless and desperate for warmth
It is a cold cocoon relishing the numbing sting
Of the bitter cold wind
Protecting the current of life running
Just below the surface
Where the rings of life are free to move
Undisturbed
The rigid surface hiding abundant life
Life that has remained dormant for a season
Curling in on its self preparing to emerge
Transformed
No longer small and lifeless
Unable to fly on wings untested
But on wings opened wide
Ready to soar
The ice moans and groans preparing
As it labors to give birth to the life it holds
It is guttural; it is primal
Wrought with pain and effort
The surface cracks
Fissures forming
Allowing signs of life to seep to the surface
It freezes
Becoming cold, still and frozen
One with the ice
It is like my soul laboring to rise
Only to be consumed
By its cold, icy surroundings
Or blown away in a fine crystallized mist
There is no life on the cold glassy surface
Yet still it moans and groans
Desiring to yield new life
Waiting for the gentle cleansing breath
Of springs warm breeze
To soften the jagged edges
That touch the shore
Waiting for the sun to create open space
Where the water can be moved by the wind
Forcing waves to erupt
Contracting against the ice
Breaking the facade
Allowing it to become one with the water
Free to flow; unencumbered
Revealing life transformed; able to fly
Capable of soaring
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