An Easy Winter Poem by Joan Woodbridge

Winter is working us now
the subtle air holds
a hint of snow
and we are captured
by an irresistible gravity
that demands
sleep and disengagement

Bear
torn between hunger and sleep
feels it too
heaviness moves her slowly
toward a somnolence
that encloses
and holds for us
the promise of another Spring

there is an easy winter in your ways
that is cool
and sometimes removed
a careful smile
that holds in it
a hint of hidden movement
stirring in the languid earth