In deep winter
the dreams begin
behind closed eyes
snow falls
white mountains rise
beside the entrance
where bears sleep
rough-haired heavy heads
filled with dark silence
like weeds underwater
floating, suspended.

In a cavern nearby
restless, one turns
beyond these, floats in color
hunts half-remembered shades
following in the chase
through the long night
what will become story
when he wakes empowered with need
fired to impress blank rock walls
to combat the cold
recall the warm vision
before it melts like wind-stirred
snowflakes settling
on brown bristly bear pelt.