Wolf Moon
Published in
Feb 7, 2021
haiku sonnet
The moon is silver,
reprieve from the golden sun,
the snow is heavy.
Wolf moon bites back with
playful teeth, January
night, silent and still.
In her smoke-ticked fur
dreams stand solitary as
burrs — stuck, protected.
Mother wolf, winter
Eve — prowling about the
glass chill of midnight.
These nights give the bones shiver,
these nights, a long for-ever.
