Monday, June 6, 2011

it is always with wolves
and through wild lands
we run, howling no names

yet always seeking.

answer me, echo
the earth and sky, blood on the ground
and warm mist rising in the air.

1 comment:

Bethany Elizabeth said...

The atmosphere in this poem is so beautiful. It's a bright, sunny day outside, but I was just totally transported into night with wolves howling. So cool!