Bear bows and dips
Pokes and delights
Ever fierce, passionate
Always loving, alive
Bear bless all
Carrys our prayers
Bear walks with wind
knows the medicine
keeps our secrets
tells our tales
Always dancing awake
Dreaming in the cave
And up came the odd plant
and hundreds of sproutlings
in Spring after the rains
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They planned and prepared
and planted seeds of choice
Drawing patterns of beauty
which made sense to them
and after Spring’s drizzles
and energetic doustings
Plants bearing promises
of sustenance and inspiration
burst forth to grow from fertile ground
Sometimes once….
Just isn’t good enough
As beauteous and wonderful
as it may well be
Or, perhaps, it reflects
lavish playfulness
Either way
the multitude of birds
in the almond trees…
or the blanket of daffodils
on the side of the road…
Feasts for my eyes
and heart with awe
Made of overt color
capable of startling nourishment
through the retina
Banging on the door
of ability to perceive
It literally rocked stable concepts
with inexplicable aplomb
and a spattering of stutters
in shades of gray
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Fed until staggering
by colors and hues
so vibrant, so thick
The taste of them
makes my cheeks curl
Ah, abundance of Autumn!
