These days are long, my son
The grass hardly grows
And we must be keen and aware
To find what has been left
From the summer’s growing
See these cat tails?
They will do you very good
But the birch, poplar, and willow
Those will do.
For we are not the only ones
Looking for sustenance
In these cold, blizzardy days
No, let this be a reminder
That when the food is plenty
In the warm summer days of green
To eat and eat and eat some more,
For winter’s sure to come again
And we survive, oh, we do survive
We are survivors on what has been stored
During the summer days of green.
Tag: sustenance
Pleasing (day 120)
Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others
Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold