The seed lies locked in the ground
  abiding til the change of warmth
The green is dull drab brown, no life
  until the showers and warm sun
The tree lies like a bare skeletons hand
  then comes the changing world
A season, it is all that lasts, so abide
  don't lock the love known away
Stay with it, touch it, know it
  find the warmth, the wellspring
Waters which never cease to quench
  feeding the seed within to come
Into the full fragile beauty made
  within the heart of winter