In this land of winter, stillness calls my name and with each fallen snowflake autumn’s forest is reclaimed. In this time of winter, the darkness reaches deep and draws light from the night as woodland creatures sleep. In this time of winter, in my cabin by the stream, I rest my weary body and allow my heart to dream. In this time of winter, my eyes grow grey and dim and I foresee the coming of this life that’s soon to end. Yet, in this time of winter, I am reminded of ‘the way‘ that just as nature falls asleep she shall awaken one spring day.