slow days

I wait for winter
in her heavy white boots
and sharp sparkling nails
her 5th avenue white fur coat
and flushed pink cheeks
she wears black tights
taught over thin, toned legs
summer and autumn
watch her in envy

My deep tangled roots
Twisted into knots
Running cross country
Are dragging towards the ocean
Yearning for the sun dripping down
Over wet seals bodies
In warm embrace
I want nothing to do
With this life
Today,

The rain has found its way
Onto our mountain
Drenching each new bud
Reaching for life 
In the foggy air
Smothering their joyous cries
As mud seems to engulf us
One 
By one