A state of Winter

Frozen in time,
Ice covered fingers outstretch towards the taunting sun.

Time old questions echo in my core,
Who am I, what is my purpose?

Bellowing appeals fall on deaf ears;
Winterscape comforts me with her cold embrace.

First impression deceives.
Outside appearances hide vitality hidden deep inside,

Hope comes from within;
I am not it's origin, only it's path.

When Spring thaw comes,
I will be ready.