The bear, my big self, lumbers into hibernation, relishing the fit of a grass-padded den and winter dreams. I’m feared for my teeth, but
I sleep the sleep of winter hours, the owl- soft flight come swooping down from sovereign dark when grass bends windward where a small
When he rises first, steps downstairs softly in darkness to stir up the fire, start coffee, and the dog, who’s slept heavy as my