I
A hedgehog in the winter,
straw against the wind.
While the heart is warm
its feet are cold.
A hedgehog all alone,
his heart is full of love,
overflowing like sun with warmth,
in the blistering cold.
But to love a hedgehog
is a task for none.
As his love is felt
through the tips of spines.
II
One day a fox came by
underneath her failing fur
there was hidden heart of gold.
Warm and kind - despite the cold.
“Little hedgehog”, said the fox,
“you straw against the wind
why are you alone
in this uncaring cold?”
“Dear fox” replied our little friend
“My heart is warm
with dreams of love
I don't feel
Sometimes I wonder, if I was
an iris,
beautiful but blue,
withered in the summer wind-
would I blend into the sky
like the clouds drifting between
the rays of sun-
or would I resemble the dark currents
in the night sea
bestowing the sailors with wonder and death.