WOLF MUSIC

Collage by my friend, Steve,

The Unknown Gnome

When he died,

somewhere in the mountains,

a grey wolf pointed 

her muzzle to the sky

and howled.

Others joined her,

until the mountainside 

was alive

with wolf music,

echoing through the dark trees

under the moon.

Ever since,

an invisible black shadow

has been silently

dogging my steps.

Though his song is stilled,

I carry his music

in my heart.

....and a river of tears, as well. Sharing this poem from December, 2016  with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is always good reading on a Sunday morning. Come join us.