A winter of words falls over me
Like night - All I can speak
Is snow to whirl and drift The winter quarters of my heart
Withdraw from challenges of warmth
In fear of January thaws When I look back I'll dare
To swing a balance into Spring -
And then a hotting blast of thought
Will open summer to a new campaign
Of charge afoot and surging pulse again
George Beecher
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cavern-of-retreat/