never

that now, woken up still
it is being some then
this now, not yet asleep
will have been some then
no now, still sleeping forever
all always not yet awake

(and then some)

winter (on the beauty of hibernation)

oh it is freezing cold
but you can let the words pile up
like snow, around you
protected from the wind that is life
you can now sleep
pure white is the world