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LATE WINTER by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2003 The groundhog hides before the sun Like thoughts we cling to after dawn, Their tender form yet ripe for day. The groundhog in her burrow stays Until the light is also warm To nurture little cubs yet born. The mind awakens to the sun Like flies between the window panes To buzz and slough the winter’s chill. Enticing, so much light, and yet It blinds and enervates And sets again and leaves us cold. New life begins in winter’s midst But wary of the cheerful sun The groundhog in her burrow stays. |