Solitude and Silence

Beauty Calls

in the waning

shadow

of a desert moon

The pack

howls

in mourning

in celebration

of youth

stolen

forgotten

 circles

commune

closer

to guard

the wounded

souls

seeking

salvation

I sit

alone

a lioness

listening

to wolf-song

echoing

across

the valley

of

death

I know this place well

It calls my name

but I refuse

to call 

it

home

October Poetry Writing Month 2020

 Day 26 of 31