A poem of a winter night in the forest |
The hills lie still and silence reigns On this cold and starlit night. Only a whispered sigh among the canes Shift shades on the snow beneath starlight. Winter's host dots the sky Familiar forms I see The Hunter, the Bears, and Gemini, Taurus and Bootes. To the east horizon comes a glow Silhouetting the forest spires. As Earth spins onward rolling slow The sky brightens and dark retires. Now peeking through the trees Shafts of Luna's light poke through Paler than the whitest snow tossing in the breeze, As Luna climbs above the hills to the song of the forest crew. The children of the night begin An homage to the Moon As one by one the lupine kin Howl, yip, and bay accompanied by a loon. The Moon hangs high above the hills As the Wolves assemble in a dell. On silent wings an owl kills In a flurry of snow by the well. The pack moves north on padded paws Their long snouts catch the scent. With snarls and slashing fangs and claws Alpha's prize is soon rent. Onward through the night the Earth rolls east. Shades upon the Moonlit plain grow long. At last against the western rise the moonlight has ceased And as dawn beckons from the east a final note ends the song. |