Again it’s winter in the Natural World
I saw the snow fall as cold clouds unfurled
I like the feeling of this winter rest
Though most prefer the heat and summer zest
I like to see the sun like a red ball
On the horizon after blackbirds call
It tells me we are animals, we’re flesh
In the whole of nature we’re enmeshed
For now with artificial light and mobile phones
We can ignore both nature and time zones;
Forget that we must communicate wordless
By touch and sight and feeling, in our flesh.
The red sun rising burns this day in fire
I stare now avid with my whole desire.