snowflakes float to ground
and then become a blanket;
sleep without a sound.
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.
cooling the cold blood?
filling the veins with venom?
mongoose marathon
Cold but warm inside,
home sweet home safe in snuggles;
Hibernation glow;
Heightened imagination
hits full throttle as you sleep.
Rest assured wisdom is found within the act of hibernation. Regeneration
of the Alls creation is to be sought with none around. Removing the sounds
& chatter that life brings, allows one peace that can't be bought. Thought's
come together in pieces, while winter weather unravels the ties & loosens the binds the seasons found. Inside the temple of the living mind are rough waves to be surfed in foreign lands. The sands are familiar as life's beaches are closer than seconds & minute hands. Your house is an hourglass full of small stones that slowly but surely slip away. This period of rest is a sure way to engage the
all & reset the clock in every way.
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
“hibernation”
shorter days
longer nights
the unbearable
being of being
like a bear
But that’s a laundry mat! Said his stern sis.
Bubba dove into a basket without a miss.
Warm towels and socks gave a laundry hiss.
His mama came by and gave him a tiny kiss.
Hibernation began; his eyes are now asleep.
We tiptoe around his cozy warm bearish heap.
He is snuggled up like a warm newborn sheep.
He does not wake up until April robin’s first peep.
heat blankets the earth
simple self-preservation ~
prickly hedgehog ball
Storms and gales are closing in
Heavy rainfall we just cannot win
Hail and thunder lightning too
Prediction is dire possibly true.
Weather forecast no big surprise
Take to my bed refuse to rise
Sounded just awful so very bleak
Elements grim it's warmth I seek.
Electric blanket thermostat high
Hypothermia unlikely in comfort lie
Blizzard warning maelstrom of snow
Temperature dropping mercury low.
Icicles decorate our old tree
Branches arthritic just like me
Best to hibernate winter away
When spring flowers bloom ~ Liberté
When you’ll come from hibernation out of the cold
I’ll melt the frozen memories in the sunshine gold.
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February 11, 2022
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quiet scampering
tree huggers gather their nuts
dropping shells in yard
violets sleeping
hibernate under brown leaves
awaken in spring
waiting for April
beneath layers of ice and snow
dandelions, too
written September 5, 2021
hibernation
snowdrops hibernate
visions of spring quiet sleep ~
winter prowls the land
1/13/21
Tormented soul
And the poetries sleeping underneath.
Prosecuted silhouette,
And the senses slough off and weep.
Deep inside a cage
It wants a hibernation.
Throw some sorry look
Penetrating an inapt haze.
Serpentine days pass by
Followed by strangled nights.
And, then it wants to breathe,
Under the warmth of ragged poetry.
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