Like a seed laying dormant in the cold earth. 

Like a bird poofed up, trying to stay warm, deep in an evergreen tree. 

Like a dried autumn leaf, high in a tree, rustling in the winter breeze.

Like a praying mantis egg sack tightly attached to a branch.

Like a snowflake nestled under a thousand snowflakes, snuggled in a drift.

Like my arugula hiding under the frost blanket.

Like the nose of a bulb, barely poked out of the earth. 

Like the frozen edge of a wild creek. 

Like a frosty morning fog suspended over a field.

Like a pack of flower seeds patiently waiting in a drawer. 

Like a trowel who longs to be dirty. 

Like a houseplant looking out a window.

Like a sunrise, arriving earlier each day. 

Like a single tree in a field; watching, waiting. 

Wrapped in a quilt, in front of a wood fire, with a plant catalog in my hands, waiting for the first twinges of spring fever.......

semi-dormant,

Erica