She-bear’s Lament

Oh what an avalanche of winter I need!
Six foot snowfalls and back-breaking ice,
too-brief days, dismal and gray
to propel me into my cave,
to be warmed only by myself
curled into darkness -
above me the earth white-blanketed,
lazy, silent while I hide,
feeding my own hunger,
nourishing that other me
beneath fur and fat,
far from berries,honey,
cubs and mate.
Here I'll wander recklessly
in dreams, rest with abandon,
no circus act, forest king,
teddy-model, fire prevention mascot -
neither feared nor loved,
as part of the earth, as free
from judgment as a stone
alone beneath the surface
of this sweet planet -
place I love best (don't get me wrong) -
but from which I crave a rest.

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