Every time

I find myself

in hibernation

I think,

I belong here.

But then

as life begins

to thaw

outside doors

I’ve snugly shut,

my body

aches

to get up

and go —

from the den

and into

the unknown

possible world

of flowers

and streaked sky.

I stretch

I yawn

I grab my boots

and I trot

through the mud

toward a new

Spring.