My Winter Friend

My Winter Friend

A Poem by Michael Sun Bear
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The experience of loss due to aging

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MY WINTER FRIEND

Gone the sun.
Gone the moon.

Autumn days have quickly passed.
A grey winter sky has fallen
Down upon our little town.

It is time to shake out the folds,
And lay my much beloved Pendleton 
Down upon my bed.
But the season’s sorrows won’t shake loose,
The clinging pain of loved ones gone. 

Days pass, weeks unfold,
Months and months have turned to years. 
In all that time I too have turned
A thousand times, maybe more,
To speak to her who I still love.
So often does my heart forget,
Forgets for one sad moment
To remember that life is no more.

Jake too, Jake is
Gone these long five years.
I miss his weight,
I miss his warmth,
His intelligence and will.
Once again I long to hear
The many cat words he spoke.
With tears I miss his love,
His eyes shining green in the night.
He wore an extra coat in winter
Of the softest, downy fur.

I too have grown an undercoat
Of sadness softly woven,
A dervish cloak life random rent
With wounds that will not heal.

 Gone the sun.
Gone the moon.
A grey sky has fallen.
 

© 2025 Michael Sun Bear


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Absolutely beautiful so moving I love it

Posted 1 Month Ago


Michael Sun Bear

1 Month Ago

Thank you Julie. I think it was the first thing I ever posted in the Cafe
Like the picture supplied - though one side of life's reality envelops us with a cold silence of blanketing death there is another side where an ember remains alight at the heart of our comfort centre, where thanks and fondness sustain us, even if it dulls sometimes...

My favourite lines by far be these:
"I too have grown an undercoat
Of sadness softly woven,
A dervish cloak life random rent
With wounds that will not heal."

(I imagine 'life' should read 'like' instead?)
Touching write, Sun Bear


Posted 8 Months Ago


Michael Sun Bear

8 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing Lara. I think this was the first poem I posted, and it’s still.. read more
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Ah this is so sad! Th reader can feel the pain with you slowly, words carries a huge broken energy and I felt it in my veins. Wow. This is so so powerful!

Posted 9 Months Ago


Michael Sun Bear

9 Months Ago

Thank you Beren. This is a personal favorite so I am grateful you like it.
Wait this is soo sad and beautifull

Posted 10 Months Ago


Michael Sun Bear

10 Months Ago

Hello Adriana, thank you. I think this was the very first poem I posted here, shortly thereafter yo.. read more
Adriana

10 Months Ago

Aw of course I rlly like being friends on here^-^
A poem of the loss of loved ones and how it can dim our world. As we age, the losses come more frequently and that is hard to deal with. Grief can soften with time, but the loss remains. We have to learn to live with it. Your poem is poignant, well written and describes the impact of grief and the emptiness in its wake. A most poignant piece of poetry.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is a poignant and deeply moving reflection on loss, memory, and the enduring impact of grief and friendship. It beautifully captures the delicate balance between holding onto cherished memories and grappling with the void left by those who have passed. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt and evocative piece. 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊

Posted 1 Year Ago


You paint a vivid picture of heartbreak and loss my friend. It reminds me of one who was with me and now gone. Though my loss was rears ago your poem brings back some sadness but also many years of comfort.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beautiful writing, I felt as if I could see everything you were describing.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on November 18, 2024
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Michael Sun Bear
Michael Sun Bear

Shoreline, WA



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Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..