The snow blows across the land.
The wind chills right to the bone.
The trees, now bare, shiver and shake.
You can almost hear them moan.

The spring flowers lie dormant,
far below the snow;
saving up all their energy,
till Spring once again tells them to go.

Animals dream in their winter slumber;
sound asleep in their holes and dens;
oblivious to the bitter season around them.
Content to sleep till the long winter ends.

Back out on the frozen plains,
a fuzzy squirrel scurries;
then leaps from branch to branch,
ignoring the cold, white flurries.

Sparrows fly from house to house,
looking out for their next meal.
Blue Jays watch from tree limbs,
then follow on the sparrow's heals.

Everywhere there's a wondrous white blanket.
The land sleeps the whole winter through.
It dreams and prepares for tomorrow.
Spring, waking,  it  knows  what to do.

CountryPoet ®
Winter Slumber © January, 2001