Shadows come and shadows go, they grow long on the side of the road,
the cold bites at my ankles and grasps at me ears.
Sometimes I wish were were hibernating deep in our caves,
like warm cosy animals huddling like bears.
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There's nothing like a fast walk in the winter to get the blood circulating. And then the luxury of a glowing log fire at the end of the day. I wrote a poem called Human Hibernation (I no longer have it posted) where I wished we could sleep off the winter and wake up at the first call of spring. The bears have it right! Love, Fran xx