On Deciduous Plants in the Winter Cycle

Deciduous trees in a cold fog of winter.

(it’s like this) and now I lay me down to sleep. old leaves breaking free, falling to the earth, to break apart in the soil. old dreams will nourish new ones. soon, my roots will sense water soon, the sun warming me will activate my enzymes and it will be time to create life. but I am not an evergreen. …