The wolf wind stalked
through the yard
last night
pawing at the windows.
jangling the locks, and
rattling the catches.
You never actually see the Wolf
he is just too quick,
but out of the corner of my eye
I could see where
the wolf went
a shadow dashing
under the yard furniture
ruffling the storm covers there
with his shadow tail
.
It’s been a cruel hard winter:
a parade of storms,
blizzard armies
marching across the continent
laying siege as they come
to grind down the weak,
the ill prepared, and
the faint of heart.
Driving those ,
who have no ground in this deep soil,
towards madness and cabin fever
induced flight to the southern asylum where
the collective phantacy insolates them
from the reality of cold.
Let them seek
the illusion of warmth
in the shallow sand
living the lie of existence unchallenged.
Not for me this denial of my heritage,
this abdication
of all that nurture and nature have made me
I like to frolic with the wolf
rejoicing in my long association
with this ancient soil.
Craving the splash of cold
that validates my connection with
the snow.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka