Thursday, January 12, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif/(Door) Sleeping in Hibernation

Sleeping in Hibernation

the door of the cave is open     winter wind wants to come in      still he dreams

sleeping in hibernation             like bear in his den                bright colors perish

become monotone                    his one note song                   breaks the silence

in shades of umber      yellows to deep brown        perhaps better to call it a hum



the door is closed                    welcome tucked away             no one in sight

all is quiet                                darkness falls                     tiny lights in the distance

he sits alone in the darkening room    waiting               even he cannot say for what

still he sits                                he dreams                               of brighter days



the back door                           where deliveries are made          the bell rings

it could be the grocery delivery           the milkman                    the iceman

the back entry                          is a buzz                                    comings and goings

they are of no concern to him            who still dreams             sleeping in hibernation



January 12, 2017



1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see him sitting there. He'd be less lonely sitting by the back door. Smiles. I see a big manse, with servants, everyone busy except for him, as he waits out his days.