White Wolf
The white wolf of winter
exits her den-warmth and
shakes cold from her coat. Snow
flies, whitening the world.
She points her nose skywards,
clears her throat until
cold winds howl a chorus:
crystals, crunchy crisp.
We cower behind wood
walls, peer out through steamed
up glass. The white wolf draws
near. She huffs and she puffs.
The snow drifts climb higher,
blotting out the light. Night
falls, an all-embracing
Arctic night of endless
snow snakes slithering on
ice-bound, frost glass highways,
side roads and city streets.
Outside, in the street lights’
flicker, snow flies gather.
Thicker than summer moths,
they drop to the ground, form
ever-deepening drifts.
Our dreams become nightmares:
endless, sleepless nights, filled
with the white wolf’s winter
call for even more snow.
rogermoorepoet 
Oh my! As much as I was complaining about not getting any snow this year, I too, am ready for spring!
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We have another pile forecast for tonight and tomorrow. The last one missed us. Hopefully this one will too.
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Yes, I hope it does! Enough is enough!
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Sorry we too *are…. TYPO!!
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Beautifully written….we too hare headed for Spring season here 🙂
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Thank you. I am at the stage where typos creep in more and more regularly. I hasten to correct them and love that edit button! Thanks for commenting.
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A lovely poem Roger…I hope the warmth of spring visits you soon – Lola 🌺
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Thanks Lola. So glad to see you here. Clare’s indoor geraniums, saved from last summer, are eagerly awaiting the moment when they can again be moved outdoors.
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Love the “White Wolf”, but my vote is for an end to the snow! I’ve got spring fever, Roger! I want green and flowers and warm air…
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Me too, Tanya. I have started to sit by the potted plants and to talk to them. Our indoor geraniums are still in flower … they keep the house bright and the summer spirit alive.
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The birds have been very active here, and the trees are budding. I think we are close. I hope…Lol
I love indoor plants for that very reason.
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We have lots of indoor plants. At the end of the summer, Clare brings in the geraniums she wants to keep for next year and they flourish indoors all winter. There’s always a spot of color in the house.
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Clare has inspired me to try that this year. I just let mine die. I long for that color over the winter. Great idea!
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Clare is indeed a great inspiration, not only to me. She keeps them in the outdoor pots and we have a couple of little wheeled trollies to place them on. They can be quite large and heavy. We put them by the south facing windows, close (but not too close) to a heat source.
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I will remember that! Thanks, Roger (and Clare).
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