The Wolf - Part 1

A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’ wild,
the alpha wolf wakes howlin’
then scents a lean and lonesome scene
while on the lurk a’ prowlin’.

A cloud revolts with spangled bolts,
and starry skies start closin’
as wild geese soar beyond death’s door
neath naked moon a’ posin’.
Electric shafts, like fractured rafts,
sail night’s cathedral caldrons –
their cracking curse makes herds disperse
in random splayed and sprawled runs.

A she-wolf sighs with hungry eyes;
the ancient wolf waits, bayin’ -
with weary back, he’s lost the track,
his bandied legs betrayin’.
The brood’s somewhere in shrouded lair
with mama left to mind ’em -
the wolf, a’ drag with empty swag,
is on his way to find ’em.
 
The pack rejoins with weary loins -
perhaps its days are numbered.
In evening’s night, he’s feeling tight,
with aches and pains encumbered.
 As morning nears, with shaggy ears
(one droopin’ down, hung over)
he’ll set the course with renewed force,
for, yes, he’s still the rover.

When snow enshrines the timberlines
and skies are ripped asunder
though young, lupine, they’ll stifle whines,
as gullies fill with thunder;
mid echoes in the mouth o’ death,
they bid farewell the lair
while panting puffs o’ crystal breath
float, hanging in the air.

Their path is black (they can’t look back
for herds long gone a’ missin’)
as dusk profanes the snow-bound plains
the sinkin’ sun was kissin’.
Neath northern lights, with barks and bites,
he keeps ’em all in motion –
the speckled scars of fallin’ stars
display the night’s devotion.

The sky’s a’ blushin’ in the east,
and hollow wind’s are sighin’
while buzzards freeze in gallows trees,
a’ roostin’, rapt and eyein’.
These ghouls of prey, they’re spooked away,
like tumbleweeds a’ blowin’,
by tilted head, white fangs tipped red,
and warnin’ wail’s a’ growin’.


...... Continued in part 2 ......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Thornton Avatar
November 22, 2014 at 7:37 AM
VERY NICE.. You are quite the skillful wordsmith
Cavanaugh Avatar
November 12, 2012 at 7:33 AM
Your poems are always a joy to read. This one is fabulous. Love the subject. Everything about the poem is superb.
Mac Donald Avatar
August 21, 2012 at 11:34 AM
Loving this rhyme/tale, Terry! The rhyme enchances the storyline! Can't wait to read the following one! Best wishes, Mikki
Dietrich Avatar
August 18, 2012 at 11:58 AM
your meter is impeccable. let me see part two.
Horsman Avatar
August 14, 2012 at 5:20 AM
going to part 2
St.Cross Avatar
August 10, 2012 at 4:44 PM
‡ Nice Rhyme Amid A Touching Light Dear Terry ˜ All Life Is Precious Is It Not .... Onward We Go ‡
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