Sleeping in Hibernation
the door of the cave is open winter wind wants to come in still he dreams
sleeping in hibernation like bear in his den bright colors perish
become monotone his one note song breaks the silence
in shades of umber yellows to deep brown perhaps better to call it a hum
the door is closed welcome tucked away no one in sight
all is quiet darkness falls tiny lights in the distance
he sits alone in the darkening room waiting even he cannot say for what
still he sits he dreams of brighter days
the back door where deliveries are made the bell rings
it could be the grocery delivery the milkman the iceman
the back entry is a buzz comings and goings
they are of no concern to him who still dreams sleeping in hibernation
January 12, 2017
1 comment:
I can see him sitting there. He'd be less lonely sitting by the back door. Smiles. I see a big manse, with servants, everyone busy except for him, as he waits out his days.
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