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.
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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.