Dormant

Dormant

Plants have a season

A time of rest

Perennials

And the trees

Show no life

Their skeletons

Void of leaves

Are stark

In the winter days

Beneath

Unseen

Their root

Holds on to life

We know the cycle

It is not a surprise

When the resurrection comes

The cycle of life

But when I am dormant

And my frame is bare

No fruit to show

I feel despair

Beneath

Unseen

My roots

Are shaken

Questions unsettle

Doubts disturb

I probe with questions
Analyze my past

Unsure of what

Tomorrow holds

But when the probing

Reveals no reason

I find my rest

It is just a season

Dormant for a time

The cycle of life

©Thomas Bergum 2018