Hibernation

By Paul Brookes

sleep gentle earth, sleep, brush the lips of winter oh my gentle one,
frozen though you lie, enmeshed in dreams, rocked by snow slayed lullabies.

sleep gentle earth till touched by warm sun to blush and wake
feeling the budding in your rebirth celebration song triumphant.

oh sleep gentle earth sustainer of us all, my love I give,
tilling your loam to bring forth your abundance.

till then sleep gentle earth in Winter revolutions
until the seasons change and Spring greens your fields.

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