digging up roots
there is nonstop growth underground
*even during winter
*I have anxiety, it does not have me.
When I write about winter, I am writing about hard times. Whether I am speaking of: a woman’s difficulty having a child, or depression, or another season, winter equals hard in my poetry.
I know it is now Spring; I wrote this poem just last month for National Haiku Writing Month and didn’t want to wait to share it until next Winter.