exactly, but the sunlight still penetrates.
Isn’t it nice that we can stay here,

holed up like bears in a cave?
The drifts grow deeper and

the furnace sings its burning song.
All winter, we sleep under

heavy quilts, yet our ears hear
the snow as it sings in its silence.

—“Winter Song” by #WilliamReichard, published in #CapsuleStories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Grab your copy: http://capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition/