Winter's Nap

Winter approaches with a soft, light step A simple breezy chill swallowing your mind With eyelashes frosty and limbs bundled up A home with flames dancing in the corner Silken bed inviting you to a long winter’s nap But where do the forest critters go when nippy air bites their paws? Does the white bird still fly when her wings are glassy with frost? Do the berries rejoice in the sound of silence when the bears and rabbits bundle in their burrows? Do their thorns break, so brittle from the grasp of the wind? Does the glacial silence roar in the ears of the mice, unable to stand the quiet chaos? As I am defrosting in my home, watching the powdery first snow Does the rest of the world go on without me, sleepily blinking the frigidness away? The snow serves as a blanket outside my door, covering the creatures in a delightful glisten Savoring any apricity in their fur, ice glinting in their eyes All is calm, the silence like the rhythmic sound of a bird flapping its wings The white bird flies over the treetops, melting in with the sky Just another snowflake in the silent, crystal mountains