Wolf

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Wolf

 

As the mountains blossom under a ripening moon

our yips fall like drops, a chorus

rippling your dreams,

blurring your waters

with change

 

and invitation.

Voices rise here,

in between,

widening across the valley,

scattering shadows.

 

In this too, you belong — 

the way light plays across waves,

or like the dew, shaken from our  

coats,

lands like stars 

all around you.

3 thoughts on “Wolf

  1. One of my favorites! The language is so lush Tricia. I am transported to “the mountains blossom under a ripening moon.” xo

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