4/11/11

As creatures sleep to bear the winter’s cold,

And gardens keep their seeds safe ‘neath the ground,

I too must be withdrawn and rest my soul.

Until relief of warmer days is found.

Inside a shallow, hollow place to stay,

Where no one shall go follow in my steps,

I’ll weather sorrow’s harrowing dismay,

‘Till I may know exposure from the nest.

When nature’s brutal scourge at last abates,

Perhaps I shall emerge to kinder fates.