Arctic Wolf, Winter's Moon

photo by Jeremy Weber

A blood-painted sky,

a huntscape

in white,

burn bright, burn bright.

Sickle and slice,

sickle and slice.

A blood-painted sky,

a huntscape

in white,

burn bright, burn bright.

Wolf, howl, find

your prey,

make ghosts tonight,

ghosts tonight.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

for my seven-year-old, who loves arctic wolves

and for Poets U

Like Snowdrops

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Ice blood

thickens, congeals

with spindly fingers

stretching across winter’s skin.

We bear the marks,

troublesome, melancholic,

after a year of sidetracked seasons,

of storms.  But wait

for hope

to spring, reveal

what in the dark

can grow.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

  

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