The shadow falls upon the sun
Hiding it from sight.
And now the smallest
Sliver of light
Rises in the evening light
-
And as the moon travels as the sun
I watch and wait as the wolves howl
Shapes shifting in the night.
And even in my thick cloak
I shiver.
-
Then a chance comes,
Too good to miss.
I run,
And the guardians miss me
By a hair.
-
Now the wolves come
Able to come back to the head
The guardians hate me
For what I am
Daughter of the forest!
-
And as the stars so high above
Twinkle in the dark-cloaked-night.
Shimmering like a piece of ice
But warm to me, as
Daughter of the wilderness
-
By day I am trapped
In a cage of humankind
In a web of people
But at night I may slip
From the city's shadows
-
So now I run
With wolves and ravens
By the light of the
Thin ever light-giving
silver moon
-
And now I am free
Like a bird from its cage
And soon the smell of refuse and people,
The noise of cars and metal
Disappear into the night
-
Now a small spring
bubbles ahead.
We stop to drink
From the clear, crisp stream
Then charge again
-
But soon I will have to leave
The predawn light emerges!
And the wolves will be lost
Till I can come again.
For I am there head.
-
And the ravens will once again
Be in their nests
For they like me, need sleep
As the sun rises
over the city of trees
-
I say my goodbyes,
They are brief.
For they know I will be back again
And then I slip.
Down a country lane
-
My head down.
But soon I am focused
Perfectly awake
For if the guardians catch me
Is a person sees me,
-
Running with wolves and
Dancing with owls.
They will see me as an outcast
A stranger
And that's not who I am!
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Daughter of the wilderness
PoetryThere is beauty in the setting sun. There's magic in the woodland glade. There are incredible things around us, if only you would stop and look. I do. I see. And I write. I speak of the sparrow's. the finches, the deer. The so called "Witches" Becau...
