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.