Hiding under the blankets to keep the warmth, as to enter hibernation.
Perhaps the wind and snow and rain and sleet won't see through the cotton sheets.
Maybe they'll just go away, and plan not come back another day.
New plan emerges with the prospect of the elements falling from the sky.
The snow can be the new blankets, to hide the world.
The rain will wash away the anger and the sorrow.
The sleet will beat back all ill wishes.
And the wind, Oh how the wind will howl and blow and swirl those leaves.
Oh how the wind will be the clean-up crew, to let all the snow to hide the nooks and crannies.
To allow the rain to purge even the smallest of crevices.
To permit the sleet to beat back in all the directions.
And just as the wind pushes everything through and away,
It'll push the body to move out of hibernation and into the world.
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