A sleepy rodent and an arrowed lover
Predict cold winter's tail is nearly past.

The Frost Lizard's cold and lifeless breath
Slithers January and February through,

But cannot muster up the frozen breath
To freeze the hibernal world to death.

We wait the moistening breath of Spring
Inside our hovels, here beneath the blowing snow.

Listening to the heavy moving thighs and trampling claws
Of a dying lizard, moving slow, but forced to go.