Before the midnight hour chimed
A white wolf crossed albescent snow
And saw me with its diamond eyes
Shining right into my soul
I miss the woods where Dad and I
Sat by the coppice of conifer trees
The warmth of the winter sun piqued my mind
Nature’s aroma wafting in the breeze
The years have eased the ache of loss
And let the Northwoods live once more
White snow, warm meals, and paths we crossed
Return like footsteps to my door
For every memory, I give thanks
For love, that time cannot unravel
And pray beyond these earthly banks
We’ll meet in Heaven by God’s gavel
May the healing mother give your heart peace
May the forgiving father watch over you as you sleep
May your spirit animal, the deer, issue you much needed comfort
May your totem, the turtle, show you the way to health
May your sweat lodge sisters pray that your cancer dissipates
May your family dream of better times and ways to help you through this
May your body push out the bad, and inhale the better greater good
May our prayers help you through this trying time, White Wolf Woman
"Is it rare to see a white wolf Grandpa?"
I stared at the child. Then at my husband.
That depends, Grandpa said. In the house?
The child’s worried look changed immediately.
“Under the bed?” I gave my husband a guttural sound.
He looked up. “A wolf wouldn’t fit there. He would be squashed.”
What if we saw one in the garden? The child asked.
“I would hand him a rake and some gloves,” Grandpa told him.
Satisfied, he began to settle down with his video game.
“A white wolf!” My husband said. “Imagine that.”
I did not have to imagine it; there was a white wolf on his magazine.
Next to a woman dressed in winter white with antlers.
Now these questions made a lot more sense
White
Wafting
Western wind
Winter's water
Wolf.
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Dreams of those golden meadows in the sky,
with frolicking angels flying about.
So close to me as I hover nearby,
I try to speak but the words won't come out.
Captured by their beauty, my soul set free,
in this realm, I see clearer than before.
Though some may say it lacks reality,
whatever the case, I'm eager for more.
Sometimes I wonder, if I close my eyes
are they more real than if I open them
will angels disappear in golden glow
Or will they land, and tell me: no more lies,
we love truth more than any promised gem...
and humbled i will take their hands, and bow
Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me.
Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears.
Raise me and lower me, like an endless wave,
seen and then unseen, but always remaining present.
Speak now for the wind that blows our seeds.
Give it voice so it may be heard by passing souls,
from one generation to the next, may its sound
be gentle with caution and deep sorrow.
Speak now for the frantic fire that cleanses
its crackling voice kills tree bark to be reborn
from speckled skin discarded like a serpent's husk
Phoenix, rising high in all its burning glory
Speak now for the earth that sucks our feet in
and licks with tongues along Lethe's banks
here I will rest, and watch with breaking eyes
the beauty of the universe above me
***
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
December 3 2017
An empty shell,
abandoned
am I left alone?
left to sigh?
I once housed
a caterpillar
an ambitious
butterfly
Now I miss
my old cocoon
and still
cannot fly
Come pick me up
soar the skies
create turbulence
with you
Leaving behind
our worn-out lives
morphing into
something new
***
September 19, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
As evening approached,
its heights dressed in a garment of black.
Ishtar, shining playfully next to the rising moon,
penetrated my mind with thoughts.
Squandering away our gift of life
Caught up in the madness and mundane
Our soul’s strength remains unabated
The veil lifting between pleasure and pain
Though in our earthly state we are confused
Avoiding thorns on the paths we choose
By keeping our eyes on the ground below
We pay the price for the views we lose
Raise your eternal eyes to the skies above
Make darkness your home, your fearless home
Ethereal, elusive you shall be
while through stars and moon your soul will roam
A Brothers White Production
Skipping through the tall dry grass
memories of childhood flood back
the summer of youth a distant cry
as mudlarks face an early sun
On my back in the grass, as I read
stories of kings and knights
wind caresses my hair, whispers
an almost forgotten song
Dragonflies circle above in the sky
mesmerised by their flight
I am transported far back in time
lost in these pages I now breathe
And I am a boy again, plastic helmet
cardboard sword; brave and strong
we run around fighting each other
and invisible low-life enemies
Dragons appear in front and rear
Swooping down breathing fire about
But they are no match for us
as we slay them one by one
Those days, where grass was our universe
where friendship lasted a lifetime
and we would forever stay young
-deep in our hearts we always will be-
***
August 16, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
As I proceed to indite in reluctancy
A vortex in my mind opens up to me
With my imagination running wild
Is it no wonder I feel beguiled
So much in there, oh what to choose
I have my sanity to lose
My feet in mud, my head held low
No thought neatly in a row
So many thoughts to contemplate on
When one enters, a dozen are gone
My love is vast and covers many things
Remaining open for new ones it brings
Give me one woman here to kiss:
my agony would turn to bliss
my cottonballs would turn to brain
give me that sweet, bitter, pain
Moving the tide and changing the subject
and take a moment on my life to reflect
if at all it is possible for one to create
a contented mind before it’s too late
A black dog joins me in the void
that's me, I'm mightily annoyed
give me a ladder to climb out
I'll treat you to a stout!
***
August 5, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
white wolf trots proudly
a blood dripping smile so bright
hunger satisfied
The cold winter has arrived
and the pack leader must be strong
he gathers the tribe to discuss preservation
as he does every time winter comes
With their ally, Raven, cawing nearby
The trees shiver from heavy snow
A scented breeze captures their nostrils
With the hunt now ready to commence
"Now listen up my pack
we must unite to survive
as the food supply is scarce
we must work together to last the cold"
The alpha aware, only one in ten hunts succeed
He lets out a haunting howl
then one by one the others join in
it was as if they were trying to outdo one another
"We will not let the elements defeat us
we will all thrive and overcome
for there is hope yet
follow me and you will see"
"While our primal instincts take control
we are bound together on this earth
howl at the moon for we know of her power
she guides us through our nightly prowls"
Now simultaneously the pack cheers with confidence
There now filled with the fire of life burning inside them
Into the night they dart off in search for their survival
Forever these wild-hearted shall roam freely the land
7/11/2017
meanwhile
another apple falls ~
not far from the tree
7/4/2017
My humor to collaborate with White Wolf's Sir Isaac Newton haiku ;)
With flow and rhythm, poems can sing,
Music to ears: sounds are heard,
Euphoric eruptions it may bring,
Quintessentially spoken every word.
With words and lines, poems can rhyme
Caress the senses, soothe the eyes
In so few letters, through all times
Poems create images, soar the skies
Evoking emotions is what they’ll do
Fuelling the mind and inspiring as well
Metaphors and more and some even true
Open the door, let poet cast his spell
Enriching the world in wonderful ways
A poet and his poems: a pair that will stay
***
June 8, 2017
Copyright © White wolf and Darren White
Hunting boars and stags in their rightful seasons,
Just like the Fianna I would have my reasons.
In whispering woods I’d seek out refuge,
Within a plethora of trees so majestic and huge.
Taking advice from nature and her grace,
Living as one with my surroundings I’d embrace.
Though harsh it shall be mentally and physically
I will survive, bumping into myself, inevitably
Hiding my true self from human interference
Near animals I trust as my kin in natural brilliance
Fiann in my heart, peaceful in my mind
From this day forward they're my kind
***
April 29, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf
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