From a Dream (repost)

From a Dream

The wear-worn pads of his
whitish-grey paws-
fur matted and frozen in snow,
claws coated with ice-
crunch through the white
chilled blanket of flakes
of frozen rain.
Pants of breath
form small clouds about his ebony nose
and disappear as swiftly as they come.
Whiskers,
sharp as swords,
twitch in the cold
ignoring the glass water
coating their senses.
Ice-eyes-
dark pupils reflecting a fire within,
gaze unblinking and constant-
scan every corner
of the white-layered forest,
un-fazed by the moaning of the wind.
White pieces of sky descend serenely
and settle upon the coarse fur,
no longer melting as they once had.
Instead, they gather in small piles
working in among the greys, whites, and light browns
of each thick hair.
Yet no bite of winter stings
the proud hunter.
No trees groaning under the weight of the snow
could startle him.
He listens for their calls
among songs of small brave birds
and scrambling of rabbits and prey.
The echoed howlings
and mournful songs
reach his sharp angled ears.
And the wolf returns
to lead his pack
to follow his destiny.

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About Lidancie Arts

I am a single mother of two daughters and I am a tough, independent woman. My creative passion carries into my writing and jewelry design. Through blogging, I share my experience, perspective, and how I hope to improve the world one word at a time.

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