Archaic Memories Poem by David Lacey

Shifting towards the instinct to hibernate
The notion of a month or two without motion
Thrills me to the marrow
Leaving me forgetting tomorrow
And loosing sense of yesterdays regret.

Here I am, as the autumn sun is setting
As Winter arises Goddess of Death and New Life.
Cutting the air ice winds with a knife
Sharpened towards the precision to bite.
Cloaking the world in a seasonal night.

Archaic memories of a former life flit before my eyes,
The skies are grey as though draped in elephant skin
The warmth of the feeling within reminds me of a time
When I was one with all the world and love sweet love was mine.