Forlorn and windswept,

Bundled into the belted bower;

Rolled down, clinging together,

Repelling icy footsteps.

Aloft hasty mists knocking,

Pushing, uninvited again;

Slender twigs, a lighter cover,

Standing fast, holding their tower.

Splintered light seeping,

Funnelling, quickly creeping;

Restlessness snuggled deep,

Unawares, comforted in sleep.

Pouched contentment contained,

Larders, fully maintained;

Nature's nourishment sufficient,

Foraged, furred and efficient.

Long is the sleep

In Winter's twilight.

Slow is the pace

Suspended, insulated in space.

Fresh hails the breeze

Warming, brushing, strengthening;

Brilliance awakens, flurries,

Stretches, springs unfurled.

Scampering, flitting, playful,

Sliding, welcome joy;

Freedom released, unbounded

Fun, returns frolic.

1988 © Will George.