Little Bear

Every now and then when sleep marches to utter victory,
I am reminded of who is in command,
I am reminded of the enemy that is my friend,
Wrapped in embrace,the warm coccoon.
Waiting for the spring to be unleashed,
Waiting for the moment to be soon.

It’s a battle never won, a victory never claimed,
My slowest rise to total consciousness,
My faster weakened bones and flesh,
Wrapped in light by the worshipful sun.
Drifting snowflakes are travelling east.
Drifting back to where I came from.