Through the cracks around windows
And whine under the door,
Like coyotes yelping, wanting in for the warmth.
Winds of winter howl in the pinesMimicking wolves and the sound of hunger.
Isolating in its sheer desperation.
Within I counter with my own sound-scape:
A fire crackles in the hearth;
Ravel and Respighi play on the radio.
I set the kettle on the burner,
Watch the flames lap with blue tongues
That holds at bay the screech owl
And the moon-lusting lupines.
So many sounds to tempt the inner ear and bring the wintery scene to life.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, this is glorious! The wolf-ish weather outside, the warm fire inside, the flames "lapping with blue tongues" and the tea kettle on the boil.........your last two lines are especially wonderful. Terrific writing!
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