Hibernation

“The flowers have left their withered stalks. And snow-encompassed lie the walks. That once were gaily shared. .4 few green shrubs that dot the snow, Some gaunt-stemmed berries still aglow, Else lonely have I fared.’’ -Sarah Day Yes, lonely, for who of us have not noticed the gradual disappear­ance of familiar forms and sounds in the realm of nature? Who of us have not missed the chirping cricket, the buzzing bee, the sing­ing cicada, and the croaking frog? The strains of this symphony...