TO BE DORMANT LIKE THE SNOWDROP
Autumn’s colours are all but gone
With shorter days and nights long
Grey skies have bequeathed
And birds fluffed feathers huddle underneath
The beginning of winter and cold winds blow
Hedgehogs scurry under withered leaves below
Frantically squirrels stock their larder for the barren cold days
No more bright sunshine just a watery winter haze
I long for the spring and the first snowdrop
That welcomes new dreams and the bringer of hope
If it were possible so I could sleep
And hibernate from winter and from icy snows keep
To be dormant like the snowdrop until first spring sun
And know winter’s worst is over and done
MAB ©

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