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Saturday, July 31, 2021

Wolfsong

 


In these days of floods and fire,
hope just may be
a mother wolf and her small cubs
walking along the shore
at dusk.

As darkness settles around them,
they tip back their heads and sing:
sweet baby howls filling our hearts
with tenderness and the possibility
of a better tomorrow.


for earthweal's open link. My friend Chris lives in a floathouse up the inlet. These past few evenings, she has thrilled to the sound of these baby wolf howls, too sweet for words. We have to keep this world alive, for all the small beings, human and non-human, who deserve a future.

6 comments:

  1. What a hopeful music, those baby wolf howls. Such a hopeful poem. Thanks Sherry, we need that music so.

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  2. What a wonderful echo of hope Sherry. Long may the wolf pups sing!

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  3. Wolf cubs...little rays of sunshine in a bleak world.

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  4. You're right. It's not just our grandchildren's world, it's the world of everyone's grandchildren that we should be protecting. Lovely poem, Sherry.

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  5. Hope most definitely is a mother wolf and her cubs. It affirms that the cycle of life continues with each howl.

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  6. What a beautiful poem. Wolf songs sound extraordinary. What a coincidence that we both wrote about songs this weekend. Suzanne - Mapping Uncertainty

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