Freshly Fallen

The wolf born among the cardamine doesn't know
that his mother gave him her fur
so he could dye it rusty in winter.
While you count cardinals on the branches,
he is waiting in the bushes
to bring her back your heart.


Published in Harts & Minds Vol. 1, Iss. 3.

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