BLOW WINTER WIND
Blow winter wind, for I am warm and indoors,
The robins and others flown south, or on their nest,
The harvest is in and full are the granary floors,
Come snow and drift, till wind is warm from the west.

Ice will form on the branch of each naked tree,
The small lakes and shallow rivers will freeze,
Ice patterns painted on leaves so pretty to see,
But I’ll stay and rest till comes the warm breeze.

I ate all summer and fall right to the first frost,
So I could slumber and not wake all winter through,
Others have to hunt in the cold, at what great cost!
But I’ll stay tucked up warm till sweet spring is due.

My hulking great frame you will see again in the spring
Now much thinner than when I fell fast asleep,
I’ll have my cubs with me this year, two I will bring
From our sheltering cave, at the world to peep.

A warning I give, when gentle spring comes again,
I am hungry and also will die to protect my young,
They love to show off as they dance and play in the rain,
Do not go near, or your funeral song will be sung.


M Ann Margetson © December 29, 1999