Wolf Moon Poem by Bill Galvin

Wolf Moon



The howls of hungry hunters
Echo across snow-covered fields
On cold, dark nights of deep winter;
And the fullest moon of January
Is aptly named by the First People,
As they lie bundled up, close by their fires.

January 11,2017

Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,winter,moon
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