Is it so dreadful down there
that you risk everything
to thrust your white heads
into the wind
or do the spiders
play tricks on you
whispering fibs
about how it is warm
and ready
you did the same thing last year
poking up
like impatient children
while the frost waited
like a fox
then again
who am I to say
it is wrong to hurry
to shudder
at your life
short but bright.