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.
Great poem. I’m glad to see your writing never stops. We’ll miss you at the writer’s group meeting tonight.
Thank you so much and it is so true. I am more sore than I thought so am going a little slower and will enjoy the scene from inside looking out for a while. Spring will be here before we know it and I love the sight of all the flowers and Dogwood trees.