Echoes of a lone wolf’s cry
dance with silvery shadows
beneath the light of the moon.
A distant howl is carried
with the rising of the sun
answering his lonesome calls.
Along the changing horizon
with the eastern winds he runs,
to the dawn of a new day.
Eyes lock as lips meet halfway
exploring with soft, gentle caresses
the steps of their opening door.
Two wolves begin once more.
5 comments:
I love the wolves and wolf-howls in this poem, and my antennae also pick up the possibility of romance as two wolves "begin once more". Hmmmmm?????? Hee hee.
nice...perhaps those wolves are the start of a pack...the wolf howl is def an emotive sound...
hey great talking with you tonight too on skype! guess i can say i been to the river...smiles.
Nice River. I like the ambiguity of the wolves, and the feel of freedom as well as seeking--"along the changing horizon/with the easter winds he runs..." wild and beautiful. Glad you linked up tonight.
Oh nice one River...can totally relate..as the wolf is a friend at heart to me..and the woods of Minnesota..I really love this one - two wolves under a cresent moon....bkm
Lovely, romantic poem with a sense of freedom...running with the eastern winds. Enjoyed very much..
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