Between sleep and wake

traversing birth and death

there is the faint hint of earthy


Macabre dreams are scattered like

strophes of sonnets

the sensation of pearls spilling

like tiny moons through open fingers.

At the boundary I find you

not a spirit or  rose tinged snow

but flesh and bone and sinew.

I am sleeping less now

roused by the wing beats of boreal owls

circling an  ancient Cypress,

their knife edge talons entwined in

webs of moss clinging to  knotty limbs.

Fitful gusts burst through

barriers of creaking walls vibrating

my hemispheres to consciousness.

A  celestial  tapestry of recollection

lifts  me over  the valley to a  moonlit

hillside of sweet lea where a silver

wolf lies   beside me.

He is the scent of golden wheat and

his eyes are the color of the eastern sky.

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  1. This was sensational, Holly! 🐺 ❄️ A gorgeous tribute to such a mysterious creature of the wild, and your enchanting imagery really brings his icy forest realm to life. Great metaphor for a lost love awaiting your return. 😀
    Also: ‘roused by the wing beats of boreal owls / circling an ancient Cypress, / their knife edge talons entwined in / webs of moss clinging to knotty limbs ‘ – great visceral descriptions here!

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        1. Star safe your babies too dear Cindy. We also have mountain lions , they are called Florida Bob Cats here. Sweet dreams , no wild animals In those dreams except the good kind. 😊❤️

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          1. funny you said Star safe…. star is the name of our once feral that is short for Stargazer because she came as a baby for ratting… a career cat… and would look at me with those green eyes big as saucers under the deck but terrified cuz things chased her with gouges in her skin. Now she tucks into my arms at night with teh others. Oh interesting. They are beautiful but I don’t want any close encounters with any of them! Slept well thanks dearest and you have agood day!💖

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      1. Always an Honor and pleasure to read and share your posts, Holly!! Hope you are doing well and being safe with all the crazy in South Florida?? The news from Florida makes me worry for you and yours!!
        xoxox 😘💕😊🌹

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          1. Yes, I have seen, Holly – hence my concern and prayers! Yes, a Wild West show in South Florida? Crazy to be sure! So happy that you have been completely vaccinated!!! Some reassurance! Hoping your work isn’t going nuts too? Have a great evening, Dear!
            xoxox 💕💖🌹

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  2. A truly brilliant poem, that honours nature and the handsome wolf.
    Amazing that you smell his scent of golden wheat. I know that scent well. I grew up in the prairies.

    Your metaphors make the intangible, tangible. Thank you, dear Holly! xoxoxo

    Takaya is a lone wolf. He left the pack to live on an island. This is a brilliant documentary about him. You will fall in love, your heart will break yet you will be left with a heart filled with hope.
    It is worth watching, if you have the time! xoxo

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  3. I love this!!!! You have created enchanting images, dahling! I adore this animal! Silly but even my phone rings with a howl from one of the ambassador wolves at the Wolf Conservation Center! Wooooooooooo!

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