The restless woods
softly rustle
their secrets...
Gnarled fingers outstretched
seeking the last rays of soothing warmth
from the westering sun.
Fat grey squirrels run to and fro
busily chattering
while a ruffled brown owl hoots softly
welcoming the night
Sleepy old ladies
wrap their golden robes
round their shivering limbs
readying themselves for slumber
Summers song
a lullabye
for chilling bodies
caressing them softly,
as they lie...
enfolded in the soft white ermine
of winters heart
In Spirit,
Bear