*** For those days when winter is stunning, and more white than grey. ***
She waited there,
With hysterical laughter wilding in her belly
And blinking stars laying kisses on her damp cheeks
At the foot of the howling forest.
A moon-eyed woman
With wolf fur under her nails
And raised hackles beneath her pearlescent skin,
Could feel the awakening trees from her heart
And knew their branches were already outstretched
And making their way towards her bare dancing feet.
*** Let’s ring in the new year with a good howl, why don’t we?!? And pucker up… but don’t get your lips caught in my teeth. ***
*** Aaaaa-Woooo! ***