Holed Up

Time keeps running away,
And it looks like the snow
Is here to stay.
Will we ever see the grass again?

Holed up for too many days,
Through the window
All that’s seen is grey.
But how long can the sun stay away?

All of the days are getting shorter,
And every one
Feels closer to the border.
At the darkest time of year, who’s in your corner?

Although there’s much less light,
Still fighting the bite
Of sleep every night.
Is there anything left that is right?