On the longest night of the year
I’m out of step like bear,
devoted to dark
and the quiet of snow.
Iris and daffodil
would have no color
except for waves of rain.
Hunger eats last summer’s fat
while bear and I sleep, letting time
have it’s slow, darkening way.
I LOVE YOUR “BEAR” METAPHOR, DON… WELL DONE!
I, too, linger on with quiet,dark winter to contemplate never ending cycles of the dance between Earth and Sun. Your poem is right on and timely. Let the bear sleep a little longer to fully digest yesterday’s fat. It has been a full year and there’s lots of fat to digest and allow passage out of the Eternal Moment of Now. Thank you for sharing your meditation.
Solstice simmer!
Simply beautiful images . . .
Yes, I too am content to continue the inner hibernation for a while…
It is my time of making space within the space of the cave. I know Light is coming but for now I rest in long night.
Our bears are gorging on summer sun and berries, until the dance of seasons exchanges those rituals. All hail to the celebration of each.
The “deep darkening way” always reponds to the light of a new spring.
Let us all remember that as we connect one with another.
Thanks for a beautiful year Don❤️
I has been good to walk with you Don, throughout this past cycle, right in step with that slow deep darkening way. db
Don: Figel and I want to know how you can write paeans to bears but nary a word about “Dove”, your unremembered dog from 50 years ago ?
Montana Grizzlies missed beating Washington Huskies by one basket, while I slumbered in the warmth of my cave whilst a blizzard quietly gave assurance for adequate water in the next growth season. The grand design is true to it’s mission. Am I?
Bears and hibernation are amazing!
Of course we’re out of step with the light returning because the earth lags behind, continues to grow cold for a month or two. We hunker down, rest.
I am steeped in the richness of my selfish desire to go quiet, read my past and find the essence of my life.
Just as the growing light reaches the tops of trees exciting them, somewhere deep in me I am responding to the stirrings to burst forth again.
I too find deep nuturing in the dark this time of year. It’s good to know that I am one with the Earth, made of the same dirt and fire, attuned with her seasonal energies
Thanks Don, Bear Knows touched a nerve. I miss the home I use to own in the mountains so much, it pains me to think about it and the amazing happy feelings I had sharing it with my one true love….Maybe someday again?