I stand on a cliff high above the river, bathed in the light of a harvest moon, A misty fog rises off the water, cool fall air fills my lungs. ~ Down below a solitary soul waits, its mournful call swirls and rises with the mist, Its plea pierces my heart, as he calls for his mate. ~ Nights are getting colder, winter is coming, instinctively he knows, with haste they must leave. ~ Dangerously he stays awhile longer, survival lost over desire, finally she appears out of the woods, a scene to remember. ~ As this magnificent wolf pair turn to leave, in the light of the harvest moon, I realize their journey will be long, not easy. ~ From my now silent place, high on the cliff, I promise to be here on the day, spring welcomes their family home. Like this: Like Loading...
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The descriptions in this are beautiful! 🙂
What a beautiful name you have Rebecca! I am touched that you like my poem. Thank you! You have a lovely blog; love your art work and your words. What a wonderful career you have.
Love it!
Thank you Gale!!
Heart felt… thanks for the reminder…
Thank you Anne Marie. Let us hear about your move; did you find a new home yet?
Beautiful Sheila!
Hello Gay! Thank you!
Wonderful Poetry!
Karla, we think of you guys everyday; so looking forward to spending time with you! Hoping things have quoted down. See You Soon!