Finest misty rain, Is winter's illusion of Drifting, warm, snowflakes. . Before the Storm -haiku Bear 20January2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
I swim among stars. Winter's ocean is black sky. Direction is lost. . Winter Night - haiku Bear 20January2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
Winter's sliver moon Has set, leaving cold darkness. Damp leaves are silent. . Silence ____ haiku 08January2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
David Is weary So very Weary The Other Saps his Strength Away While He waits While hope Dances Around And around He waits Too weary To dance Too weary For songs For drums For his bass His music Too much Too weary For stories Too weary He waits In silence For answers That are Silent Into Silence Comes The Wild . David Heals 25December2021 ©Bearspawprint2021
SARS-COVID-19 Is a curse, And a blessing. A blessing, As it makes Obvious Who truly cares About others. A curse, Because it makes Obvious Who truly cares For others. And the same, In all personal Relationships. Que Será, Será . Who Cares SARS-COVID-19 Bear 09December2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
At night, When all was quiet and still, I watched from the darkness. I saw the glowing Red light of fire, As the forge roared And sparks were shooting, Bursting, dazzling, The star magic Of metal transmuted. I heard the roaring forge, The whoosh and quenching sizzle, Then the Mighty Hammer Bang BANG Bang BANG, An ancient song Of strength and steel, The heartbeat of creation, Intent and work, Forged and quenched and hammered, Bang BANG, Bang BANG. The shadows flow And retract, Flow and retract. I watched From the darkness, The Night Gifted Magician, Immersed in creation, Forging swords, And blades, and tools; Each carrying its own Particular Blessing of Power. . Roy 05September2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
This night is dark I am alone Grandmother whispers I hear silence Her face turned away I see her cheekbone I see her hand moving Ambient light From memory . Bear 12August2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
Dark night reveals stars,
Flickering between branches.
I stumble on roots.
Small Bird, in the woods,
Is calling “Twit-too-too-weet”;
My pain drains away.
Bear … July 12, 2019
Sweet pink leaves unfurl,
Shivering in winter’s cold,
Windy, pale sunshine.