Ice and snow in slow
retreats
where wild wolf packs
roam
under a copper moon—
after an eclipse
Their howlings spiral
up
wolf music echoes
off stone cliffs
and countless
sibilant sea caves
where blue ice
lingers still
into late April.
and all waterfalls
seeps
trickles, rivulets,
Gush now fast now
slow.
Ice snaps, cracks
And deep white snow in slow retreat
flows
over rapids and
roaring falls as
into the wolf’s head
it goes.
II
Living water sighs
enters every living
thing:
drifting plankton,
swarming fishes,
mayflies dizzy the air
black flies,
mosquitoes,
monarchs sipping
milkweed,
blue swallowtails taste flowers with their six
feet
pale green luna moths
suck sweet sap,
flying swifts and
nightjar, owls, loons
all pass through
and over
the wolf pack
and over
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