Hibernation

curled up,
sleeping soundly

inside of me,
snoozing

during the
noisy holiday season,

stretching
ever so slightly

during the
January thaw,

poking its
ears up at the sound

of rustling
seed catalogs

then
drifting back to sleep

until
jostled awake by the

curious
inquiring if any new words

were sunning
out on the bright

white
surfaces of sheets

of paper, or
if

there would be

6 more weeks

of silence