I.
Drink deeply
of the peace of the forest,
Brother Wolf.
Walk softly
so man cannot find you.
of the peace of the forest,
Brother Wolf.
Walk softly
so man cannot find you.
Hide when you hear
him coming.
him coming.
Forest guardians have told me
you and Brother Bear
are starving
for lack of salmon,
because we have not
listened to the earth
about the balance she needs
to be well.
you and Brother Bear
are starving
for lack of salmon,
because we have not
listened to the earth
about the balance she needs
to be well.
Drink deeply
in these moments
when your life is
as it should be.
None of us know
when our last drink,
our last peace,
our last moment
in these moments
when your life is
as it should be.
None of us know
when our last drink,
our last peace,
our last moment
has come.
- for the creatures of the wild
II.
He is white
with spooky light blue eyes
and big, wolfy ears.
with spooky light blue eyes
and big, wolfy ears.
He loves me.
He stands on his hind legs
peering in my window
He stands on his hind legs
peering in my window
to find me.
When our eyes meet
he cavorts giddily,
like a silly boi,
When our eyes meet
he cavorts giddily,
like a silly boi,
insisting I come out
to pat his wolfy ears
and give him treats.
to pat his wolfy ears
and give him treats.
He is alert
to every movement
in our vicinity.
He is wildness,
contained,
restrained,
but with a large spirit
that longs to
run free through the forest
or along the sandy shore.
He would,
if he were mine,
but he belongs to another,
who will soon move away.
to every movement
in our vicinity.
He is wildness,
contained,
restrained,
but with a large spirit
that longs to
run free through the forest
or along the sandy shore.
He would,
if he were mine,
but he belongs to another,
who will soon move away.
One more white wolf
to invade my heart
then disappear.
But, for now,
the joy of loving him
is enough.
- for Kodiak
to invade my heart
then disappear.
But, for now,
the joy of loving him
is enough.
- for Kodiak
for The Sunday Muse
I recently read an article that stated we are losing animal species at more than 1,000 times the “normal” ~~~ it's a devastating and hard to grasp fact. Everyone knew your poetry would be perfectly crafted for Carrie's image today. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThe love for nature and all God's creatures always stirs my heart Sherry. You capture it poetically as no one else can! This is lovely my friend!
ReplyDeleteI loved both of these poems and yes, drink deeply in peace and the moments. None of us know when our last drink will be. So very true, we must honor our time and care for the land and all life that inhabits this beautiful planet called earth. A lovely tribute to your four legged friend.
ReplyDeleteYour poems show how attuned you are to the wilderness and the creatures that roam there. I'm sorry to hear Kodiak is moving away. I wish he could stay there near you.
ReplyDeleteSherry, today's picture prompt was perfect for you and your love for the wildlife, GOOD JOB!! Plus your muse got turned back on full volume for this one.
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This poem speaks a language of passion and kindness. A few are blessed with such a deep understanding of nature and its creatures. Take a bow, Sherry!!!!
ReplyDeletethe 'drink deeply' command as repeat line has such a powerful impact.
ReplyDeleteKodiak must sense how much you know of his roots - our hearts are meant to swell then break with love for creatures and each other
Gorgeous poems--the second one might have stuck in the eye, just a bit (although the brevity in both spoke to the simmering sadness left over from the past year).
ReplyDeleteYou always speak so eloquently for nature and her tenants.
ReplyDeleteYour words are so in tune with the subject, this week. ♥
ReplyDeleteAnd "for now" is all there ever is.
ReplyDeleteWe must hold on to now, roam the wild before the wild and the wonders it holds is lost. I love both of these poems. They reach down deep in my spirit.
ReplyDeleteYes, make the most of when life 'is as it should be'. Such lovely heartfelt words in your poems.
ReplyDeleteYour poems always speak of your empathy with the wild ones. Another wonderful write. Happy Sunday Sherry
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
"One more white wolf
ReplyDeleteto invade my heart
then disappear." - As someone with their own white wolf, I understand completely!
Both in such strong connection with nature, One to make the animal not to be seen and the second it's seen.
ReplyDeletePup knew, and knows, that you know.
ReplyDeleteLovely tribute to the white wolf.Dont be too nice to him if he is moving away...he'll come back to find you...that is even more heart breaking !
ReplyDeleteThe words seem to be your own heartbeat Sherry. They throb with love. Both poems.
ReplyDeleteFrom the heart!
ReplyDeleteYour strong feelings for wildlife come through passionately in these beautiful poems.
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