REFLECTION IN THE RABBIT HOLE by Peno Hardesty

our mother turn by s and brings darkness early now---no longer is the ground warm against bare feet--although the birds sing and the butterfly dance---change comes--it is natural---i find myself sleepy now --more than usual--longing perhaps to hibernate as in the days of my ancestors---our mother turns and smiles at her children who need the cold and the darkness--gentle she covers the tiny seed with a blanket of fallen leaves---soon the acorns will have all been stored and the burrows secured----our mother turns for each of us--in love---we are blessed