Seeing
The nearly full moon
is setting behind the mountain.
From the stoop I see a white wolf
staring at me from the wood’s edge
fur rippling in the slight breeze. Frightened,
I freeze near the door.
Sunrise breaks the silver horizon,
through the sway of hemlock branches,
I see the wolf has become snow
packed into the crotch of two oak trees.
I laugh. Moonlight and sunlight
at play in the mountains of March.
Author: Guy Reed
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Photo: Fabian Lauer on Unsplash
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