Rising up and loping across the heavens
Scattering shadows everywhere
Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines
Tags: Nature, poetry, Solitude
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The connection between the words loping and Wolf is great and the comfort of nestling down amongst the grass is wonderful. I like this a lot Tom.
Thank you, Teri. I do believe that moon is beginning to chase away the unholy grip of the virus and other social ills.
Let’s hope so Tom. I do believe we are moving into a new spiritual awareness of the consciousness of our planet and everything that supports it, Sun, Moon, Stars, all of nature.
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In a dim light... 
January 29, 2021 at 10:13 am |
The connection between the words loping and Wolf is great and the comfort of nestling down amongst the grass is wonderful. I like this a lot Tom.
January 29, 2021 at 10:24 am |
Thank you, Teri. I do believe that moon is beginning to chase away the unholy grip of the virus and other social ills.
January 29, 2021 at 10:36 am
Let’s hope so Tom. I do believe we are moving into a new spiritual awareness of the consciousness of our planet and everything that supports it, Sun, Moon, Stars, all of nature.