Howling Winter Wolves

The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air Later the moon exposes that activity was their Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs

Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged looking out my window I see shadows prowling There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling

Author Eileen Clark 2023

Painting by Eileen Clark

My Poems

November

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November’s the month that you get a chance, To spend time outside a little while longer. Warm sunny days may show up now and then, But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.

Leaf’s dangling on branches here and there, Plenty of warning before they are totally bare. Darkness comes early, light no longer yours, Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.

Repair all the cracks in the window panes, Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains. Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.

November gives you the time to put your mind at ease, The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze. Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care, You were the smart one, you knew how well to prepare.

Author Eileen Clark 2014

Quoted by Sarah Blank Studios
paintings, ramblings
"The New England style farmhouse above is from 1750. Despite the clear skies and November sunbeams, the inside of the homestead was so dark and smelled of creosote from ages past. A little fire burned in the kitchen and herbs hung from the ceiling. The surrounding fields were the home to 13,000 soldiers during the Revolutionary War."

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