Pulling the blanket closer
trying to stay warm.
That doesn't work - ah! Only
a single layer. I refold to
double and notice
my night-gown is inside out.
The morning is bleak, clouded.
On the ground the skiff of snow
not thick enough to insulate
sleeping beasties in their tunnels
or rootlets of plants. The mercury drops,
the wind licks, nervous and
cruel, catching every corner.
We wait, all of us - earth,
plants, animals, humans -
wait to find out
what will come next,
wait to see if the foolish humans
have turned the world
inside-out. Or not.
And whether they'll
have the heart and wisdom
to put it right.
Gyllian Davies, Dec 2009.
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