A Winter Respite

Updated on April 18, 2017

Like hibernators,

The turtle, other reptiles.

I seek my solace.

Every small creature,

Its sacred sanctuary.

Their own special place.

Winter, its harshness,

Promotes this desire to hide.

Winds to turn our face.

We hide from the cold,

As each curled up in a ball.

Our fates to embrace.

Knowing tomorrow,

Each to arise, face the worst.

Accept, in our grace.

© 2017 whonunuwho


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      Michael Milec 14 months ago

      Very nice piece of poetry. Full beauty and riches.