by Caroline Whalley
I remember that time too precious to waste When I listened to gentle snoring and breathing In the darkness, my lone wolf sleeping. Can’t get near him, I reach, touch, a recoil Is he dreaming? Far away, padding through forest, I can’t follow, I am so lonely, My ears detecting The whistling through different trees.
Day 29, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.