Grey Wolf

Frozen stance and frozen gaze
held against November’s haze
that claims the forest’s silver blues,
enrobes his shape within the hues
till seems he’s near forgotten.

First good snow, first good dance
that softens rich this lea’s expanse
against the stark November sky
and captures cold the reasons why
he’ll pause where no foot’s trodden.

He claims a step, he claims just two,
lifts his nose to hold in view
black lines across November’s sky
in angles long and hushed wing’s sigh,
he hears the geese in calling…

Calling home, calling free
to stand at forest’s edge and lea,
to hold November’s first white blush
beneath the gentle downy rush
and winter’s season falling.

34 Comments

Filed under Grey Wolf, Nature, Perspective, Poetry

34 responses to “Grey Wolf

  1. This is beautiful, the wolf the snow. the form… want to read it aloud…

  2. nice…he could be me right there standing on the edge of the forest to feel the approach….i like the sing song structure in the opening lines of each stanza….

  3. So beautiful I can just see him!

  4. Lyrically Lovely, Quiet and Calm, filled with the most beautiful Images. As Always, Jay, Marvelously done!

  5. Reblogged this on booknvolume and commented:
    Breathtaking!

  6. othermary

    This makes me feel winter inside me. Very good.

  7. love this..soft, stealth, I can feel the November chill in his breath and..beautiful images evoking equally lovely emotions..great work

  8. This is so lovely I was entranced in each image and a grey wolf is a powerful animal on anyone’s totem.

  9. Wow, what a great poem! I could almost see and hear the images you wrote of. Natalie

  10. November – haze / sky / white blush – the wolf’s time nice work

  11. Kind of like an incantation or spell.

  12. Very painterly quality to this: I see it as a monochrome etching almost. That sense of stillness, of menace initially… but then basking in freedom. Particularly loved:
    He claims a step, he claims just two,
    lifts his nose to hold in view
    black lines across November’s sky
    in angles long and hushed wing’s sigh,

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