A Serenade in the Moonlight

As the moon's glow falls from the sky
The freshly fallen snow reflects the beauty of above
The trees, heavy with the days snowfall , bow with sorrow
And, from among the hills the pack calls
Mourning his untimely departure
Their song echoes throughout the hills and valleys

And, from among the stars,
The shadow of the Wolf Father looks upon his children
On the marrow, another must be chosen
But, tonight they honor the one who has gone
Tonight the Mother's cruelty is clear
For all her beauty the Mother is a hard mistress

to be Published late 1998
Poetry Guild