Winter nights are when the grey wolf cries,
across the skeleton forest shorn of leaves.
Grey and invisible within the resting trees,
Silent and patient intelligent ice blue eyes wait.

It is calling for me to rekindle with the pack
For as a woman I am also partly wolf.
Now my hair turns grey like their coats.
My eyes are as wise as nature.

I lie as they lie with my belly on the earth
in reverence of its timeless wisdom.
to feel its pulsating heartbeat.
The silver shine of my wolfs eyes empower me,
Overflowing my soul, with ancient knowledge.

Though human I lie down in company of the wolf,
suckling the milk of my mother, gaining her strength
Standing in the rains of her wisdom
Her daughter, her immortality, Her wolf.