Resonance

December 12, 2011
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Wrapped in a blanket of feathers,
frozen, white feathers,
I watch a bird
her wings like flames
descend majestically below the horizon.
Her dazzling warmth
is snuffed out.

Then the silver wolf appears,
he climbs to the highest point in the sky.
He sits.
He howls.
Small, pale creatures
from the darkness
uncork their bottles of luminescence
and join in.

The silver wolf rules the night,
he fills the world with an eerie, pale light.
In this pale light, I wait.
Frozen, white feathers bury me
while I watch for the bird
and her shining light
to chase the wolf away.





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