Birthing

...A glance at the clock suggests she go back to sleep, to awaken her mind to all that would willingly come, in preparation for the snow to fall; a blanket of love covering indiscretion from the previous season, where all that was dreamt of faded yet into fantasy.

And as it goes with every new season, death, and birth, be-stills us.  And the fly stumbles upon its back amidst the changing season, as does mind in slumber; and rebirth awaits our eyes to welcome opportunity upon our lids awakening - will the day be rewarded with trespass or participation?

...And mind goes numb in the dawning, for emotion grants movement to those who feel, and heed the call; a resolve of surrender to the rhythm of ones heart, to breathe in tune with Nature while amid and beyond shadows of death; birthing until life precedes us.