Running in the snow. The forest disorientates you.
The face of a wolf in the distance clams you. A familiar.
You slump against a tree.
Too young to freeze, yet too old to endure the middle of winter; distant voices sound.
You wake from a fever.
The cat licks you.
Tag: wolf
Haiku: Humble
Humble soft padding.
Hurt, a wolf in sheep’s clothing;
misunderstood wolf.
Anchored: The Wolf and the Man
My mane is unbrushed and dirty,
there’s no snow for me to roll in.
My matted mane disgusts me;
once I was snow-covered, clean.
You saw me padding in the snow;
paw-prints, fur shaking, a look.
You caught me in your embrace,
free to be, yet anchored to you.
My soul remains free,
yet the cage you gave me is cosy.
I will stay if you take me back to
the snow, brush my mane clean,
and say the words you must say.
To the Forest
The door opens,
she steps outside.
The night is warm,
gardenia nearby.
The moonlight full,
a forest all around.
The sound of a friend,
a call from the forest.
The door closes,
she runs for the forest.
Winter Moon
Feeling the forest closing in,
Snowflakes fall on my face.
A wolf calls to say, “Let’s play”;
A bear hidden snores loudly.
Feeling the pull of energy,
being pulled towards her.
The pull of the Winter moon,
her energy overpowers my will;
moving towards a new chapter.
C & K 