Embryo in frozen state, life that lies in whispered hush;
Seeds have time to contemplate prospective perks of being crushed.
Future fruit that owes its taste to winter’s harshest, toughest blow,
Shows us nothing is a waste – frost breaks us down to help us grow.
frost feeds on fear
freezes future fortunes
dishes up death on a silver platter
wouldn’t it be shocked to know
when we are flash-frozen
we grow glorious?