Surviving winter...a poem

SURVIVING WINTER

Any fool might pass a summer's day
For the sun is for all
It takes no hero
To lay in the long grass
And lose an idle hour
In a dream

But the dark days of winter
Must also be lived
When, cold set
Loneliness, tight fitted
Wears close to the skin
And in the silent hours
Tears run free and fall
And the earth made damp
Awaits the warmth of spring

Thank you

Horace