Poetry | Relationships
It Brings a Yearning for the Wild

Each was born of tender light that shone upon the soft white clay. A blessing laid in silver thoughts. It brought a taste of promises.
The ritual made her offspring strong. She placed the forest in their souls a lingering scent of earthy loam initiates their love of life.
The shadow creature activates her love of inner masculine. An offer in the darkness cold it gives a yearning for the wild.
A blood scent lingers in the air they hunt the woods and roam the hills. Through rocks and stones to find the kills within the clearing in a glen.
A dancers' grace is held within the silence as they stalk their prey. The power of their haunches brings an image of a silver arc.
Despite the withering of the tree, the sharpness of the day is felt as flat clear sheets of cedar bark hold ashen shavings of the hunt.
When her pack is running free the power of the midnight brings a howling resurrection song, that thrums beneath the forest floor.
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