Wolf

Wolf runs
through white forests
strong footprints
stamp on snow
breathless
but with no hint of slowing.

Wolf runs
beneath night clouds
which almost touch
the tops of fir trees
their branches bow
and whisper
as he passes.

Wolf runs
beneath an eggshell moon
through ever-falling snow
into the night
into darkness
into deepest winter.

Corinne Fenton

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    christinemareebell Beautiful. I ran alongside him and saw the same. Felt the chill and frosted breath. Chris
    July 3, 2013 at 8:14 pm · Reply
  2. Corinne Fenton Thank you, Chris. Drawn from the emergency pile I'm afraid as time has vanished today. x
    July 3, 2013 at 8:56 pm · Reply
  3. Pat Simmons Lovely poem. I could really see that wolf.
    July 4, 2013 at 7:56 am · Reply
    • Corinne Fenton
      corinne Oh, thanks, Pat.
      July 4, 2013 at 8:05 am · Reply

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