Big Tent Poetry–Introspection

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A Cascade

When winter comes
will you be ready
to hibernate?

To go within
confront the truth,
when winter comes?

To feel the chill
of unlived dreams—
will you be ready?

This time of year
in cold and dark, we long
to hibernate.

Submitted to Big Tent Poetry: and to Leonnyes Z to A Challenge: