As snow blankets the ground and shimmering ice crystals hang down –
I dream of warmer days and sacrificed camaraderie.
This snow so white and beautiful —
Its treachery disguised —
Lures people to impending doom for they fail to realize
That embracing solitude and
Foregoing this white wasteland
Will keep them alive.
So like the bear who hibernates, I settle in for Winter.
And cheerily wait for Spring to arrive when I can leave my cave.