Footsteps crunch
on fresh fallen snow,
The wild river frozen
though underneath there’s still flow,
Far below freezing
though wind there is none,
Stunning white blinds
with a glimpse from the sun,
Pine trees boughs laden
all heavy and white,
A lone wolf laying staring
a spectacular sight,
He snorts a breath
in the crisp cool air,
Then lets out a howl
that freezes all there,
He pads softly off
into the night,
And leaves you proud to have pictured
this wondrous sight….
.x.
Picture from:- http://www.galacticrenaissance.com/winter_chills/images/lonewolf.jpg
Reads very smoothly. I like 🙂
Fabulous! It is so descriptive – I felt like I was right there with that beautiful creature. I do adore wolves. 🙂
beautiful wolf….. intriguing poem….very nice, Nemesis. Thanks for following my site….I’ve had a host of computer problems but I think I’ve got them straightened out. I will be following your body of work. My best to you.