winds have been silenced
yet distant call of the owls
are heard by these ears
marshlands replenished
home to beasts seeking shelter
from mans storms so wild
this night so silent
doors locked and windows closed
stillness creeps on thru
winters’ wilderness
forgotten in the garden
springs forth in colour
run with the wild wolves
free from harnesses of man
released of burdens
Penned for Wild at Theme Thursday
Hi Cheryl,
ReplyDeleteI like how you get a picture of the wildness of winter while still being sheltered from it all but at the same time wanting to run wild with the wolves and experience all that nature gives in abundance.
Happy Wild Theme Thursday! Thanks for sharing such wildness with us.
God bless.
Hi Cheryl, You have a way with words. The poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGlad to be a part of it MrsU :)
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Jennifer. Love your site!!
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