In this case, a poem written a few days ago, before the cold and snow of winter set in.
On rough rock outcropping
Bear surveys
the meadow below
wearing its autumn shawl
ere winter sets in.
Squirrels dart and chatter.
Rabbits nibble a little
of summer’s leftovers
then scatter.
The lone coyote lies low,
waiting for another chance
to dine.
Bear sees them all
living in their own ways
yet in some sacred harmony
that makes the view seem good,
and relishes their re-acquaintance
come spring.
