Trees stretch out bare bony fingers to touch the brilliant blue sky,
as passersby wishfully look for signs of the coming Spring.
The buds, unwilling to be fooled, are nowhere to be seen.
On a balmy day, the cyclist sets out on Spring’s first ride,
blissfully anticipating an early start to the season.
The next day, falling flurries and slippery streets dash high hopes.
The old bear emerges from the longest of hibernations,
hoping boredom, confined quarters, and loneliness are over.
Fearing a forced return to the cave, it holds back hugging friends.
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The old bear made a wise decision.