to burrow underneath the hoarfrost the
howling winds cold burying the last signs
of fall the last robin's call to leave
to follow the life's call ode to sleep
as the wise bear does curling deep in a
cavern his sleep ignoring
the December's and January's
sun oblique
with misery transposes the day
shorter
bareness the trees the land the 'scape
in sleep the wiser among us
flee or doze
until, barely on the fly
might hear a whisper of
wings ,
see on the trees limbs
a slight greening
creep out from our hiding
or refuges
smiling at Spring
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
to burrow underneath the hoarfrost the
howling winds cold burying the last signs
of fall the last robin's call to leave
to follow the life's call ode to sleep
as the wise bear does curling deep in a
cavern his sleep ignoring
the December's and January's
sun oblique
with misery transposes the day
shorter
bareness the trees the land the 'scape
in sleep the wiser among us
flee or doze
until, barely on the fly
might hear a whisper of
wings ,
see on the trees limbs
a slight greening
creep out from our hiding
or refuges
smiling at Spring
