Wolf In the Mist
The darkness sleeping in the hills
sifts soon with crawling mists,
a scarf of scarlet horizon....
Framed a furrow of mystic candy,
its manna sweet in the setting sun,
to eyes soaking soulful, quiet
sudden in the breath of winds ----
And the trees tease with holes
in the veil of this hallowed place;
ancient,
begging some lonely being to notice
its supple leaving
Its hello shall be brief ----
like a falling star,
Its goodbye unforgotten,
like a good lover,
I shall return again ----
like a gray wolf in pink-smoke
(howling under an olden moon)
I wait in silver shadows....
To spin another moment in the mist
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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