BearBarely

I can’t sleep 
like a bear
in its den 
I feel anxious 
waiting for spring 
I dream but 
dreams of dreadful 
things like my 
mind sputters smokes
and then stalls
only to start 
once again idling
out from my 
cave I wander 
looking around hoping 
to see signs 
of spring anything 
which will bring 
degrees of comfort 
whether it be 
blossoms and berries 
or snow and 
ice and maybe 
many more months 
of lonely nights