Sunday, December 12, 2010

the Bear

like the bear gone into hibernation
collecting thoughts
i'm sleeping
to collect feelings
like fluffy white dream sheep
it's snowing all around
cold
and lonesome
the trees shiver
the ground moans
the hair on my face grows
and grows
sideburns need mowing
shadow needs towing
i'm in the cave
fast asleep
the world spins past my face
a trail of paper
a trail of haste
waiting for Spring
waiting for a reason
waiting for the time to come again
when i awake

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