TO BE DORMANT LIKE THE SNOWDROP

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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