Bear With Me

Bear with Me a waking bear peeks scanning a bleak landscape wondering…..hmmm is it too soon. Will my presence alter nature cause the Spring to withdraw the wind to whisper the birds to silence. I remember lush fields and berries….. oh those succulent…..berries and honey…..and bees and fishing. Where have they gone those fields their berries, bees, honey? My fishin’ hole crunchy hard? A rumbling stomach taunts me. I lie awake and hope for the screech of the osprey. ©12/25/2018 for – Soon it will be 2019 Poetry Contest sponsor – Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer