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.
Fear falls fast and thick.
Icy terrors cover logic in a blanket that mocks security,
Smothers a summer’s-worth of growth
in cold-calculated seconds.
But faith is a hot summer day,
A mind disciplined to thaw frozen lies
And dispel anxious snowstorms;
Melted, watery thoughts drip
Drip
Drip
Onto softened soil.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 