2024-10-06
It is overcast again. Does Nature
Show her virtue through grey clouds and dark
skies and wilting flowers and sad eyes and
lethargic nights? Or do I miss the mark?
I just wish I could hibernate, or sleep
Through these six-hour days and too bright nights and
Be human only when I've fruit to reap
Or a bosom to press my tired head against.
I'd take gladly the passionate throes of
Lovers, or the tenderest of moments
Like to hold my child in my arms
Captivated, and without these laments.
Or to see the daffodils or snowdrops
Or hyacinths bloom into spring. I'd give
my life to skip this winter wet; to feel
Love, or to watch as the dear robin hops.