snow

The world is frozen under a white shell
Hibernating, humming...
Waiting 
Readying for growth
Resting

The shell of the earth crunches under foot and under tires, marking the way of your path in even lines and ragged steps.  When the sun appears every inch glistens like there is magic underfoot and the path feels marked with meaning.  The hibernation feels marked with meaning.

The world is frozen under a white shell
Waiting, resting, protected
Alive 


With gratitude,
Joanna