Winter’s Brain

Unwelcome is the dizzying nature of the brain,

longed for is the thought devoid, inane;

the patter, quick feet; like thieves, hiding nuts

they ravage, and scavenge; shakily scurried, fluffy butts

clenched and scattered; clawed feet traverse the scab,

that is cedar’s pungent, sap-rich bark

perched and grandiose; gawking with nut-filled cheeks….

like nicotine, they reignite a neurological spark

when sun peeks into winter’s frosty house

Sanity’s tree is companied too

by a curiously tranquil lark