Wolves

When winter falls
A chill blanket left beyond the tent
and illusionary walls
to freeze each flutter
Birds encased in frost,
mid-flight
When the wolves are calling
and the sound makes us feel small
There are shadows in the corners
and they all wear shining smiles
Ivory tipped with pomegranate
as they seek out brethren.

As the beginning draws around
As we watch others’ circles close
When gentle flakes of angels tears
tear our faces, off season wasp stings
When the dominoes are falling
let the snow chase you
into the night.

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