You step off the diner floor
Past the heavy swinging door
Cold wind bites the apron lace
Ice crystals map your tired face
Oh Malus pumila in sleep
Under the white winter heap
You wake the branches with a light
Turning the frozen world bright
You walk through the dormant rows
Where the heavy snowfall glows
Your boots sink in the frozen peat
Measuring the winter beat
Oh Malus pumila in sleep
Under the white winter heap
You wake the branches with a light
Turning the frozen world bright
Sallow bark and silver skin
Waiting for the sap to spin
You touch the bud with steady hand
The quiet keeper of the land
Oh Malus pumila in sleep
Under the white winter heap
You wake the branches with a light
Turning the frozen world bright
Coffee scent on woolen wool
Feel the lunar gravity pull
You guide the glow to every limb
While the distant skyline grows dim
Dig deep in the dark loam bed
Where the summer secrets spread
Patience is a heavy stone
Sown in the winter alone
Wait for the April morning dew
When the green returns to view
Until then you hold the golden spark
Cutting through the heavy dark
Oh Malus pumila in sleep
Under the white winter heap
You wake the branches with a light
Turning the frozen world bright
Deep root prayer.
Frozen air.
Winter Malus.
