How Far the Spring?
How far the spring?
I shan't not know.
For I am ensconced,
in deepening snow.
Winter drags on,
and tears at my soul.
My legs are like stumps,
numb feet have no goal.
I must keep the wind,
to my back.
swoops down to kill me,
in a sneak attack.
My food almost gone,
winter rages on.
I'm trapped in the snow,
with nowhere to go.
And the cold seeps in,
my coverlet of skin.
Until I think I may die,
before the spring sky,
Nourishes me again.
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© Ronald W. Hull
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