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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

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Keith O.J. Hunt

March 20, 2014 at 9:09 PM

Thanks Linda, I'll take it as a major compliment coming from you! I have a fondness for wolves, their ancient and mysterious quality, in many ways they symbolize freedom and even beauty to me. This wolf seemed to fit in the piece.

Poet Destroyer A

March 20, 2014 at 9:21 PM

WOW! That's the same reason I love this... I admire the wolves... and the mystery and so on.....

Poet Destroyer A

March 20, 2014 at 8:56 PM

Hi Keith, I like the illusions spinning around this moment. Your writing is very captivating, like the fallen star, I find a sad hint in the air... However, I find this poem to be the best one I've read all week. Not for nothing, but I love this poem, maybe it's the wolf and its imagery!! Thanks for pointing me this way... xox~ Linda