What Am I in Winter?

What am I in winter?

Folded twisted taped and bare, almost.

Few, a few, sparse leaves

Mark a promise.

Oak trees asleep, growing.

What am I in winter?

Smooth, melted sweet and shaped, almost.

Reformed halves into a fragile whole

Choose an explosion.

Cocoa flavors hidden, waiting.

What am I in winter?

An organizer of silly, unimportant thoughts,

Joy seeker.

Energy keeper.

Intersections of investment and invention

What am I in winter?

Defined steps snow crusted and ice clad.

Each a mere outline of itself

on the edge of erasure.

Movement forward counted in cold and dark.

I wish I had more warmth.

I wish I had more light.

I wish I had more to say.