On a Winter's Morn

On a Winter’s Morn


The frozen lake, vast ice clad bowl

Mist veiled, tree lined shore

Low wailing, moaning wolfish soul

O’er mountain slopes and more.

Howls echoed from the mountains roll

Yet closer ever more.


Lone lurking wolf, in deep woods prowl

Woodpecker taps two, four,

Rhythmic whoo-whoo of great horned owl,

Infuse the forest core.

Muffled ‘neath winter’s snowy cowl

Songs sung of nature’s lore.


On a Winter’s Morn




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