Bear Moon Perfume Oil
$28.00
The bear puts both
arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as
if it were a lover
And its chokecherries
lips to kiss good-by,
Then lets it snap back
upright in the sky.
Her next step rocks a
boulder on the wall
(She’s making her
cross-country in the fall).
Her great weight
creaks the barbed wire in its staples
As she flings over and
off down through the maples,
Leaving on one wire
tooth a lock of hair.
– Robert Frost
Black-brown fur rubbed against ochre bark, shaking off the last snows of winter. A tangle of maple branches and the crunch of dry leaves. Claws dipped in raw honey, clutching honeycomb, dripping with the juice of wild berries.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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