~howling~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

He prowls within the longest night
Before the winter shows her white,
Amongst dark woods, deep out of sight
As black as skies devoid of light.

And on this night the wind tells tales
Luring back all inner veils,
Guiding up where spirits sail
To shine on heights mere-mortals pale.

Upon the cliff and under moon
Beams wrapping round like a cocoon,
He hears the flighted midnight loon
Sensing his time nears ever-soon.

Awaits until the moon hangs high
then howls his presence far and wide.

sinnaminsun 2005