It is the onset of winter, and I am a bear,
A bear that lies watchful, alert and awake,
And while my companions flirt with bottomless sleep,
I listen to my heart’s complaints and aches.
My heart that wants warmth, my heart that needs healing,
My heart that craves comfort, repose, and reform,
How can I pick up this soul’s shattered pieces,
When beyond my cave rages such a bitter snowstorm?
I trudge to the entrance and scan the horizon,
Only blankness and dullness, ice pricking my eyes,
No answer here, and no answer there,
So where doth the answer to a bear’s broken love lie?
I see my companions, I hear them in slumber,
Eagerly dreaming towards a temperate, lush spring,
It is a bear’s nature to wait out the cold,
So I myself must begin hibernating!
Spring, a rebirth, awaits me on the other side.