2020-10-15 | Hibernate Heart
How to deal with you, you stubborn thing,
when you are made of constant spring.
Made to beat, to give, to love,
to heat your kindred by your stove.
Yet here you are again in cold.
Your fire doused, your credit sold.
Need of stroking, squeeze and kiss,
that small return of cozy bliss.
Put back in chains to keep you still,
have you tamed, not live your will.
Returned to lands of lasting winter,
have your guts at risk to splinter.
You may be forced to hibernate,
to endure freezing and long wait.
But now and then you get to flee,
keep on running till you see
all those flowers bloom again,
familiar spots to settle in.
Let’s see how long this time will last,
before the offbeat strikes once more.
Before another kindred spirit
fiddles ’round your playful core.
