Her heart lies amongst the greenery,pulsing through the filaments.
Shoots pushing up through rotting mulchsap bursting in a lithe climb to the light.
Life through death.
A partial demisehence to a renewal.
And in between,during the icy clutches of Winter,
a dormant phase.
Yet she remains,even in those mortal depths,
poised for rebirth.
Glimpsed in the seasonal berries,crimson red,
filled with her life-blood.
Or on the Robin's breast,
while he sings of her coming.