Shared Isolation

Winter cold,

Shared isolation.

A time of hibernation,

For us as well.

Silence in the forest

Only the hiss of falling snow

Summer’s fragrant scents are gone

Replaced by the cold  – only snow scents.

But I can feel it, the silence,

The stillness of sleep.

The fresh cold air.

The time of rest.

The burrows lined with grasses,

Crisp autumn leaves of warmth.

The creatures relent and sleep,

Only we insist on life as usual.

We fight the cold, curse the endless snows

And count the days till spring.

Relax, enjoy this time of silent whiteness

A time of peace and gentle sleep.

The cycle of seasons will run again,

They have not forgotten.

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