Returning To the Pack
*Winter nights are when the grey wolf cries,
across the skeleton forest bare of leaves.
Grey and invisible within the resting trees,
ghostly shadows in the falling snow.
Silent and patient wolfen ice blue eyes wait.
The night is calling for me to rekindl 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.
My heart yearns to run with them once more.
I lie as they lie with my belly on the earth
in reverence of its timeless wisdom.
Feeling its pulsating heartbeat older than time.
The silver shine of my wolfs eyes empower me,
overflowing my soul, with ancient knowledge.
Though human I lie down in the 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.*
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Returning To the Pack
*Winter nights are when the grey wolf cries,
across the skeleton forest bare of leaves.
Grey and invisible within the resting trees,
ghostly shadows in the falling snow.
Silent and patient wolfen ice blue eyes wait.
The night is calling for me to rekindl 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.
My heart yearns to run with them once more.
I lie as they lie with my belly on the earth
in reverence of its timeless wisdom.
Feeling its pulsating heartbeat older than time.
The silver shine of my wolfs eyes empower me,
overflowing my soul, with ancient knowledge.
Though human I lie down in the 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.*