That I could be rooted
as the grasses and the trees
that endure these dire
winter extremes
not in their exposed
skyward extremities,
but instead through
the intertwined networks
extending deep beneath
the frost line, where all
remains untouched
by the vicissitudes
of artic cold snap
and blizzards blowing.
You might have to look real close.
The apples, the lilacs,
and the forsythias
have made their claims
against the resistance,
choosing instead
the impending unfolding.
Cold as it is,
they have been busy,
undercover you might say,
preparing for the splendor
of spring.
The buds have been set.
Just wait and see.