my love lay inside hibernating
waiting for the moment
to be wakened from it's slumber

huddled in the cold
patiently preparing
for the warmth to take

hold, arouse me
with fragrances of scents
signaling romance's rebirth

the dusting of pollen
like fairy glitter, magic
promising metamorphosis

instead it was just a heatwave
a momentary rising
from an early grave

the cold returned. I learned
a lesson. turned
returned to my cave

resigned to a long sleep
waiting for the moment
to be wakened from my slumber

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