Hibernation

Don’t let that sleeping shadow fool you
and do not cast the gaze away.
No man has a real clue.
That this is a phase called clay.
The winter did come.
Time never stopped.
However, no one can stop that beating drum.
Yet, he dropped.
Steadily the muscles contract.
Sunlight passes through the shutters.
He gathers energy and get rids of doubting mutters.
Movement is the only thing lacked.
Still, the mind is shooting.
The body is moving.
The air is sniffed with spring and bliss.
Honey and deer await.
The sleeper…
awakes.