Stars and stones,
insects and animals,
everything undergoes change.
After long winter,
the dreaming bear stirs,
and the world is green.
The rotted stump,
uncovered from the snows,
thrums with the industry of living.
We grow old.
We grow old together.
What else really matters?
Nice! The dreaming bear, the "thrum"--the last line--lovely!ReplyDelete
Love the dreaming bear image and the sound of life as it thrums.ReplyDelete
Nothing else matters...live, love, celebrate spring :-)ReplyDelete
Thank you, we do need to remember sometimes...ReplyDelete
And the bear and the third stanza are very good, so I'll say so too.