How would they know?
in the moments before
freezing to death
warmth overcomes you
like a blanket
of acceptance
like an embrace
of forgiveness
like a reminder
of what life used to be
or so say
most of the
survivors
Test for echo
voices bounce
off hard snow
through black trees
across grey lakes
into white skies
we wait
for the signal to return
to report with a message
of any kind
it never does
Slowakening
white
is the colour
of hibernation
(not black)
because it is waiting
for warmth to arrive
with sleepy eyes
heavy limbs
and a heart full of hope
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