Roots that Grow Beyond the Touch of Frost

Bless those roots
so deep they grow untouched by frost.
In the cold stab of a November morn,
dreams might be deferred.

Suddenly
we are only one inch tall.
It takes forever to see into the mirror
to realize how small we are.

November chill,
as the temperatures fall  I resist
the urge to compare you to a summer’s day.
One is fire, the other ice.

It is true, Emily,
Faith is a fine invention, and now’s the time
to draw it nigh. Winter has come too soon,
the flowers die.

Today
the world is old and cold and weary,
but somewhere in a brown cocoon, a butterfly
is sleeping oblivious to the gloom.

Bless those who bear the dark,
never giving up…those whose cause is to keep
the world in bloom, to light the lamp that leads the lost,
Bless roots that grow beyond the touch of frost.

6 comments

  1. Hi Sarah

    What a gorgeous title and a poem that follows it!! I love the idea of how the roots of hope, faith and determination grow beneath the frost, the cold stillness of Winter and shorter days. There is life beneath the frozen soil and it takes time to surface but it will. Your voice speaks so clearly of this tenet and is beautifully phrased in all of the strophes throughout. I also love the reference to Emily Dickinson and how you show the need for our imaginations to stretch and trust in the faith of creativity and creation, of growth and The Creator who assures by nature’s example, that life renews itself through the cycle of seasons and regrowth of pruned things and migrating seeds. And for ourselves, through new perspectives and experiences that reaffirm life’s tenacity and resolve to regenerate. So much beauty in this poem but that ending is superb, it haunts the reader with both peace and impact!!!!

    Today
    the world is old and cold and weary,
    but somewhere in a brown cocoon, a butterfly
    is sleeping oblivious to the gloom.

    Bless those who bear the dark,
    never giving up…those whose cause is to keep
    the world in bloom, to light the lamp that leads the lost,
    Bless roots that grow beyond the touch of frost.

    Thank you for this,
    so much enjoyed!
    Wendy

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  2. And I raise my glass to the eternity of the seasons; hope nurtured and renewed despite sometimes the seeming darkness all around; oh, and of course microscopes, without which we would miss so much. :))

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  3. Dear. Sarah,

    I absolutely loved this and so appreciate and respect those roots that teach us about faith and hope and tenacity.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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