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.......