A Dove's Quandary

Thawed

If a seed were buried,

Crystalized frozen and petrified

The roots push and break

Attempting erosion

Of familiar space

That crushes

Curiosity.

Persistence,

Unassumed strength

As it longs for the heat

It dreams beyond the ice.

Winters cruel joke,

Or a bind that is temporary..?

The roots continue,

And a dent appears.

The seed breaks--

Provoked and exuding pain

Yearning petrification

Until the pressure gives.

The suffocating walls

Are now weak.

The roots have grown

Through crevices promised

By hope.

Finally, time exudes a reward.

Piercing through the cage

The light above comforts with warmth.

The seed is nourished

In its cold little space

In an ice cube,

Slow melting,

But inviting,

Finally,

Love.