Reflexion of Seasonal Strolls

Sun blossoms above,
flowers pushing through soil
like fawns from the womb.

Sweat trickles from brow,
the smell of the river tempts,
I watch the cubs swim.

Fawns now full-grown deer,
crimson, amber, persimmon,
kiss the cold, wet ground.

The bear’s sleep endless,
time freezes like the river,
the white overwhelms.