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.