Black Bear in tree

Spring: contemplating the black bear – a #poem

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Black Bear in tree
(click this picture to see both black bears in the tree)

Hibernation is not really for the sleep:
The point is the coming back to life.
Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light
As we emerge from our cave
Of becoming.

However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be,
We let it squish between our toes.
It, too, is raw material,
Just as those former experiences.
Now, we form it into
Beauty and
Forge it
Into the reality
Of our dreams.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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