THE GROUNDHOGS SHADOW I am the groundhog's shadow Punks who saw me In Punxsutawney Fear me so much They scurry back

to their shallow Graves, hibernation caves Go back to sleep Too dumb, too young To fathom the deep Need to do some shadow-working like Jung Before you can cause the spring to have sprung Your head spends so much time under sand You would think by now it might understand That I am the trans-formative cocoon Dark and nourishing Your emergence never comes too soon Flowers already are ready for flourishing But he who sleeps, fear of me keeps Him hiding his pitiful, yellow hide And his land shall remain fallow Till he admits that he's not so bright And I'm not so dim That he is me And I am him The groundhog's shadow