The swamp is frozen.

Millions of little lives

Lay dormant.

Waiting for their chance to flourish.

Lizards and serpents sleep

Next to beautiful lillies

Dieing to bloom.


Meanwhile the privileged

Merrily ski the slopes.

Immune and ignorant to the storm

That is coming.

They misread the radar

And disregard the forecast.

The mountain is snow covered.

White on white.


I am ready for the storm,

Relatively safe in my cacoon.

Nestled in a tree by the ridge.

Waiting for the resurrection

Of spring.


The skiers pass, again, ignorant

That I even exist.