A Winter of Dreams

I hibernate in the cold dreary days
I shy from going out, in all of my ways

I cosset my warmth in a comfortable room
I wait for the dark to pass and all of its doom

I can picture the weather before I do see it
Beside my fire I wait as I sit

I shuffle on ice to gather my supply
My body so tense, my senses do die

When December is gone I ponder a thought
Of summer sunshine so desperately sought

Then January is here with a  vengeful spite
My tunnel stills sees so little of light

I stay indoors, I hide away
I dream of the beach day after day

Then February is here, a flower or two
A sign of improvement in me, so very blue

When March arrives it's a time to wake
My summertime plans I now start to make