456 - What's wrong with hibernation?

The winter morning darkness starts to lift
As bold birds gossip shamelessly outside
Disintegrating year, calendars ripped
Of all but cold year end pictures, the dried
Out remains of the seasons. Like the tide
Recedes and returns, so too do the sun
And moon, rains and breezes, on this great ride
All of us feeding, learning to be one
Growth entails suffering. The early hum
Of the alarm a call to battle. Shift
From warmth of bed to gale's buffeting, pride
Unharmed, all tests of mettle to be won
The branches visible now, grey clouds shift
And I must hunt and gather. I can't hide

Tue 4 Dec 2007