Winter passed leaving the burrow empty
A wet wounded track wondered the woodland
That ascend steeps story after story
'Till a wolf cry be heard across the land
Then down to the trail of figs and fiddle
Where chase 'came calm and river became stream
Like solving a wild unbeknownst riddle
Chances did fade below the blue moonbeam

Aesthetic would the tulip of the hill
But the bloom dwindles on the canine's track
Huntsman did came last winter's haunting chill
Dispersed, but faith is the core of the pack
It's been an epic tale to save one's self
The wolf howl and hear echoes like itself

Out from the shadow they travel on foot
Under the blazing sun and flaming dunes
The tempest whistle like of hole less flute
Covered,yet not their heart's ironclad runes

From the starless night to the sunless day
Their perseverance lives, on front line way
Looked down facing foes of infinite race
Until some bones be part and flesh erased

Over the temptation of the mirage
Their sight coveted but their will stand still
Desire is death itself in camouflage
Perilous would the bridge if its unreal

Some might not anchor their boots on the stream
Ascension is the compass of the whole
Nomads don't dwell the sands for just one dream
From goal to goal they travel with their soul

I turned away for what seemed a brief bit of time,
Life got in the way, work, family, other joys.
When I returned to my sweet friends on HP
nothing much looked the same, unfamiliar,
even strange.

Then there are all those unknown names,
Talented folks among them for sure,
but too many to count and begin to know.
Lonely alienation disconnect,
Like transferring to a new school in your, Senior year.

Change they say is a good thing,
even inevitable, most of the time,
But, where is that old loved gang of mine?

Butter hued flowers,
From tip to toe, the tree sighs;
Burden of beauty.

Rows of trees burst out,
Symphonies of violet.
High notes of fragrance.