I feel the sadness, the dying life
Into hibernation
No movement til the unfrozen
Comes back, springs to life.
Melancholy knowing
The ground will hold still
Covered in snow
And frozen ice.
Through cycles of the land
Eons of living life
The world changes showing
Birth, growing, living, dying
In seasons of life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017