Dating : The Winter Wolf

Soft fur-clad the winter wolf rests with limbs so light and strong amid the thicket of the glen to sing her sweet and mournful song.

The moon glows to the lullaby and crickets chirp with notes that fly so graceful in the beams of night between the folds of dusk’s goodbye.

And it simmers on the edge of day, this crooning of the hound and baying to the dark, the yell that sails twice round winter’s sun until the wild wood’s work is done.