Night is settling in.
Shadows move in.
A town preparing for the night.
Any icy night.
The sun hides its face.
The moon turns in glee.
Time for it to shine.
Time for it to be king.

The sky turns darker.
The winds become colder.
Ice hangs from the trees.
Frost covers the windows.
All are inside.
All are safe and warm.
From the moon’s games.
Or so they think.
For the moon’s fun is just beginning.
Who will be at its mercy?
Who will be left out in the cold?
Don’t let it be you.


I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

I see fewer animals and birds.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?


A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.


And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

And life will be good.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.


Should I?

Or shouldn’t I?

Too many decisions

for a bear.

The weather is turning colder.

Snow is beginning to fall.

Humans are retreating

to their warm homes.

I guess it’s time for me.

Goodbye world.

Goodbye snow.

Time for a long nap.

See you in the spring.