The world must slumber

To heal herself

As windows open

To a new day

Wind smoothes all surface

Traces and tracks

Made invisible

Forced hibernation

To wait for new seasons

And find new methods

New ways of being

We learn a novel rhythm

Resting when tired

Rising when refreshed

Direct opposition

To the hurry up and wait

Of the daily rat race

Windows open

To new days

As we find new ways

To peace and joy ~ Caroline A. Slee