The Bear Awakens
Fired by April sun stretching across the knobby landscape
The wistful white blanket finally succumbs
Chilly rivulets feed swelling silver veins
Slipping between hills pin-cushioned with leafless stems
Twisting down down into the valley soft and sweet
While darkening flat-bottomed clouds hold hands and skim the white mountain tops
Only to disappear, squeezed into the horizon, a filament at the earth’s edge.
Miles and miles away the bear stirs.
Is it time to squint hard into the piercing rays?
Is it time to re-stoke the potter’s kiln and spin his wheel ‘round?
The mountains heave a deep earthy sigh
The bear awakens
Nose to the sky she pulls in her first chilly breath of spring.