For those who’ve known the cold, the seedless season,
A hundred pounds of food will not suffice
To tame the appetite and teach it reason,
To overpaint the past of frost and ice.
With faces full of present grace and plenty,
They turn again to run away and hide
What’s here right now, ten times an hour or twenty;
Still they feel Winter’s emptiness inside.
Compelled to gather all they can and never
Enjoy Enough, that calm and grateful state,
They must keep moving, in futile endeavor
To satisfy their fears of hungry fate.
For years, like them, I wanted beyond need
Until I learned your heart and thus was freed.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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