Best Hibernation Poems
The bear goes in hibernation
Unto a den to await the winter days
Coldness and darkness surrounding
How in these times is there much to ponder
Sitting in the quiteness to seek rest
Waiting patiently for that day
Could one see this
The warm spring sunny day
Shines a new light unto his den
That brings life to this bear to awaken
How the bear must embrace
And soak in the warm sun on his nose
In the first steps of daylight
As the heat begins to flow throughout
Making his body ready to sprint
He watches the smoke come from his nostrils
Then takes it all in and looks around
For this is beautiful scenery among us
With, that nose he sniffles
Wow, this aroma is of heavenly
The paws grasp the ground in eagerness
He is ready to enjoy this newfound life
Fearless Excavation!
Dirt flies into the air.
Turtle Devastation,
As he digs a muddy lair.
Mindful Contemplation.
Winter weather is quite near.
Springtime Fascination
Is when turtle reappears.
What did you do to be so tired,
You are to young, why aren't you awake all wired?
Is it because you weren't good at your job, and got fired?
So sad, here's something that will leave you inspired.
Get some sleep and wake up real early,
Especially if you were out last night all surly.
You don't want your brain to become all curly
Hibernation in fact too becoming all burly.
Laziness isn't the factor right here
It's cockiness and attitude adjustments, no fear.
Be sincere with all that you do,
Consider the other option of darkness subdued.
Placid and frigid
Clad shrouded stones of splendor
In a winter bath
Don't watch the news, it's a bad news spreader
Don't read the papers, logging on to Google is no better
Hibernation it seems
Promotes happiness dreams
You'll get away from the uglies and balances your ledger
© Jack Ellison 2015
Darkness arrives by five o’clock
Before the dinner table is set
Tan lines are all faded and gone
As if the bathing suits our skin did forget
White snow now blankets our once green lawn
Where a snowman stands on patrol
Winter days display on my calendar
Something over which I have no control
Throw a log on the fire to keep us warm
As the flames devour its feast
Shadows of leafless limbs on the wall
Starting to look like a winter’s beast
Eating Brunswick stew five days in a row
Simmering in the cast iron pot
I am happy to consume another bowl
As long as you serve it up hot
Crawling under the comforter to keep us warm
As the radiator sings out with a hiss
Helping our tangled body’s heat to rise
By sharing another passionate kiss
Others can fly to Florida
Chasing a warm winter sun
Being here inside, hibernating with you
I think is much more fun
Hibernation
The year was coming to an end,
The animals knew well
That it was time to hibernate
In cave or wood or dell.
A large supply of food was sought,
A store for wintry days
Of nuts and berries gathered,
Then hid from common gaze.
Bears and squirrels, others too,
All settled down to sleep
Wrapped in fallen leaves and moss,
Their hiding place to keep.
Perhaps midwinter they will snack
On goodies from their store,
And then they'll sleep away the hours
Till Spring returns once more.
Then waking up, they'll scratch and stretch
And with many mighty yawns,
They'll rouse themselves for days of fun
As the bright, new Springtime dawns.
swirling snow welcomes
twenty ninth day of Winter~
I cover my head
hibernation
snowdrops hibernate
visions of spring quiet sleep ~
winter prowls the land
1/13/21
heat blankets the earth
simple self-preservation ~
prickly hedgehog ball
Muse has neither gone limp
In me like a manhood
At the peak of its use
Nor did my pen run dry
Like Esisi tributary in dry season.
It was only a period of hibernation
To prepares my wits
For the coming season.
Now my pen is erect
As if you were a naked maiden
Ready to ejaculate seeds of fire
Inside every open heart
Just the way Muse
Have been doing in me.
Hibernating toad,
Look at frost, snow all around
In hole hibernate.
Hear the weather
upon the roof,
Winter is a'coming:
As landscapes
drowse
Autumn arrives
on the wind:
Wardrobes are
ransacked,
thermostats
turn red-
so earlier to bed
Don't watch the six o'clock news, it's a bad news spreader
Don't read the daily papers, logging on to Google is no better
Hibernation it seems
Filled with happiness dreams
You'll get away from the uglies and balances your ledger
the way you touch me
I am awake once again
hibernation through