Wake Up!

Written
1988

 Snuggled securely in winter's dulling hibernation

      time passes without notice.

Grey skies, 

      the dreariness of the bleak season.

Winter only beauty, the starkness

      of leafless trees against a pewter sky.

So begins the restful,

       shut down season.

So light a fire, mellow music,

      a big book

      and free your soul

      from the all seeing eyes.

Senses shut down

       and waking sleep is upon me.

Secure, hidden and at peace,

      winter wiling away.

Warm February sun tugs and shakes.

Senses awake and rub away the sleep.

Sun go away!

I am not ready for you.

I have just settled in for a long sleep.

I grump at the tug of spring

      and glower at each new leaf. 

The cyclamen and paper narcissus,

      Nature's winter place holders,

      start to fade.

Red leaves on the roses

     and the acacia harbinger

      the daffodils and iris next in line.

Spring warmly tugs me awake.

The hibernation is over.

Beauty of rebirth,

      a hurtful pull

     for a soul still in winter.

I can no longer resist.

I awake to spring.

 

 

Notes
This is a winter poem. I hate winter.