Hibernate

 
between the smells of autumn
and the winters ghostly hue
I reflect on indecision
and a year that’s almost through
with our faces to the window
and our breath upon the glass
still, we never seize the moment
as the treasures file past

there’s no joy in feeling sorrow
there’s no pleasure drawn from pain
but to hibernate your feelings
brings a springtime filled with rain
I would risk it all tomorrow
for a “maybe”, “if” or “when”
you can’t love the life you’re living
till you live to love again

take a twig of Christmas magic
draw the faith from children’s eyes
give your heart some decorations
throw away the “hows” and “whys”
learn to trust your inner feelings
be alert for every clue
for it’s always Christmas somewhere
when your love is shining through