I am She-Bear denned in sweet earth
I dream snow-covered leaves and frozen fields
I dream fish asleep in icy rivers
I dream leafless trees and waning light
I dream the wind that moves the leafless trees above me
for a time, I sleep
dreamless
as I sleep warmth gathers in the den
my breath
heavy with winter begins the thaw
I dream the return of the sun
I dream flowers fragrant and bright pushing out of snow
I dream small green leaves and blossoming trees
Without my dreaming, Spring would never come
Great piece of writing I enjoyed immensely The old bear buried in his cave in deep Winter sleep you ivoked the feeling of the bear so well thanks Andy: 7)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so nice! Without my dreaming, spring would never come In that case, Joan, keep on dreaming as I so love the spring!