Night grows longer
Cold grows deeper
Weary days turn from one into another
We long.
Long for the Sun
Long for the Warmth
The rain, The buds, the bugs.
Cocooned in fleece and down.
Curled on the couch, Reading a book.
Waiting. Like the four of swords.
While She sleeps.
Her frosty breath freezing our noses and ears.
Her silence, deep and strong.
She rebuilds from within,
Her life hidden from the naked eye.
Hot cocoa, cookies, traditions, warm the heart.
Entertain the mind, Keep us looking ever forward.
Allowing us to pass the time.
Trust in the coming Spring.
Our desire does not affect Her.
She will awaken in her own time.
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