it’s cold in the wind
your skin is translucent blue
come into my house
i will bring you hot pottage
and wrap you in my wolf skin
wolf
I’m Only a Wolf
trees, grass, birds,
clouds adrift in a clear winter’s sky,
her scent on the frozen air
i am waiting to watch for the smoke and the spark
and the fire that burns bright in her hearth
hoping it won’t burn low in the dark
there is fear in this strong attraction
that the forest may ignite
if she let me in i would stay here sometimes
I’d curl closer
I’d lay on her cold little feet
but she doesn’t know what i want
neither do i
it’s a very strong instinct that keeps me here
without her I feel less complete
Brother Wolf
Through twisted wires that led me to
the world wide web sometime today,
I saw the wolves sit back and howl.
I don’t know why it moved me so.
They touched my heart and made me cry.
They have lost so much to mourn.
So have you.
So have I.
Wolf
Why would I,
poor mortal,
beg at your door?
when last time I stood there,
asking,
for one morsel more,
in the momentary pause
of one heart beat,
i was offered far less,
with the kindly suggestion
that this
was best
for my own peace and rest.
Now pride,
a thick lump in my throat
I can’t swallow,
and won’t,
leaves me with words
I cannot express.
I won’t even try.
I am not going to howl.
I would far rather die
than scuffle for scraps
or ask you again
for warmth at your fire.
I can find my own food.
I would share it with you.
You have no need to hide.
Keep your doors closed.
My wolf sleeps outside.
Accustomed to cold.
Lone Wolves
when a wolf howls it’s answered
answered by many wolves
the voices of many wolves
repeating back from the hills
but you,
poor fool,
poor human
you can howl
and howl
no answer
echoing back to you
it’s you
and the empty hills
you and the moon
that’s all
Wayfarer
when i am fire
i burn away anger
when i am tree
i bend with the wind
when i am water
i wear away stone
and know all the wise ways of flowing
when i am cat
i narrow my eyes
when i am dog
i am joyfully willing
when i am horse
i turn with the wind
this is my freedom in going
when i am hare
magic is mine
when i am raven
i watch still and clear
when i am wolf
i see who you are
this is the seeing of knowing
i will leap, bend and flow,
run, turn and go
return as i please
see what i see
magnetic paths pull above treetops
clouds cap the mountains that hide me
dark cool shadows in water
hidden things amongst leaves
as i make my own journey
i follow these old ways alone
water is a life giving blessing
the trees shelter us, breathing
the lone wolf protects the pack
energy runs with the horse
the world is mirrored in the eye of the raven
hidden, unhidden, bidden, unbidden
the hare runs the path of the circle unbroken
running fleet foot in pastures and hills
on horseback i chase the illusive hare
while the raven sits still in the oak
and watches, waiting for me
Wayfarer
when i am fire
i burn away anger
when i am tree
i bend with the wind
when i am water
i wear away stone
and know all the wise ways of flowing
when i am cat
i narrow my eyes
when i am dog
i am joyfully willing
when i am horse
i turn with the wind
this is my freedom in going
when i am hare
magic is mine
when i am raven
i watch still and clear
when i am wolf
i see who you are
this is the seeing of knowing
i will leap, bend and flow,
run, turn and go
return as i please
see what i see
magnetic paths pull above treetops
clouds cap the mountains that hide me
dark cool shadows in water
hidden things amongst leaves
as i make my own journey
i follow these old ways alone
water is a life giving blessing
the trees shelter us, breathing
the lone wolf protects the pack
energy runs with the horse
the world is mirrored in the eye of the raven
hidden, unhidden, bidden, unbidden
the hare runs the path of the circle unbroken
running fleet foot in pastures and hills
on horseback i chase the illusive hare
while the raven sits still in the oak
and watches, waiting for me
The Dreaming Path 