Keep the Cows Outside

It is the months where the cows live indoors now.
Hidden from wind
behind planked forts,
with piercings between each board
letting cattle mourn
the patchwork duvet of an emerald land.

’To keep them from the cold’.
Easy to concur with hand-me-down claims.
Similar to ‘nothing grows in the winter’.
Though, do I not make it out alive each spring?
Bolder and bigger and better
and braver. Is that not what growth is?

Just like me, could the cows not grow?
Not find that they heat in the Baltic brush instead?
Can we not begin to believe,
that a breeze can remind us how warm it is
to feel anything at all?