My Hibernation

The fields were bare, the sun had deserted Dark hills bursting with Autumn As I covered the ground with the skin I was shedding Washed my sight in the swell of the ocean Built with my bones a refuge to shelter my soul And watched as the days fell and curled Were consumed by the soil. The sky became white As absences crowded the earth and the sole movements Were the shadows of migrating birds I witnessed the world become silent and frozen As a frigid wind snapped at the sunlight And winter grew tall on the curving horizon To survey the land with its dead eyes I covered myself with a shawl made of sleep and began To burrow my way through layers of cold earth And limestone. Through dry bones and clay I clawed And I crawled til I found a core barely formed Still bursting with colour and sound