By THLaird Colyne Stewart
Spring
When blossoms blow upon sweet breeze
The bear awakes from slumber’s ease
To walk upon the grass now grown
And gambols where the sparrow’s flown
Past bees about their busy work
Approaches wary to the hive
And smears sweet honey on its smirk
So happy just to be alive
Summer
Hot, bright, the sun of summer tide
As bear in ocean’s water slides
Past sea behemoth’s massive grin
And swims around the great fish fins
To scoop up prey within its paws
Bright sunlight glinting on the shell
So pink and hard with stalks and claws
In ursine stomach sent to dwell
Autumn
Some men and women work the field
To gather up the ripened yield
While bear goes chasing after game
Through branch and bramble, both the same,
To feast on meat, to put on fat
For lo the wheel of time still turns
And sun approaches hilltop flat
Swift setting on the gourds and kerns
Winter
The snow lays quiet on the land
And covers lake and field and sand
Like icing on a lordling’s cake
The snow grows deeper, flake by flake
And through this scene dances the bear
With both its kin, and white-black birds
Like sugar breath puffs in the air
But feast now, no more time for words!
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