2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring

Fox in Wolf's Clothing (Winter)

The wind whispers and crackles it's lullaby through my bones,
The sun dims and the sky glows and grows a brighter blue-white,
Where am I?
When am I?
The seasons change, finding my senses a new home.

Felt is the howling bittersweet wanting running down teeth of mine,
Smell the iron on the breeze, kneel at the quaking sky full with Orion,
Hallow the moon, she who guides, through nights blazing skins with frost, chill, and cold.

I am not wholly here, I am simply wandering,
I shall not simply appear, instead I will kneel amoungst and in between the parting of trees.

I will work, and work to fill the and these days, with no one to fill them with,
I will work and work till it's all worked out in my head,
Right now, there's too many options.

Lone, seemingly,
I will make my right.

Lone, I sunder, yet tower in the breadth surrounding,
the night is my battle ground.

Felt is the bittersweet divide in these bones of mine,
Tasted is the rejoicing of the kill, savoury sweet memories of yesteryear's morrow,
Hallow, the gods slumber, they who provide the wisdom of which flow east, north, and south.
West am I, waiting for spring, learning joys anew.

The wind whispers, I refract a lullaby through my mind,
The street lights of an urban forest I call home glow yellow-orange bittersweetly,
I am here,
I am near,
The seasons change, so will bone structure framing I prevail in,
so will the bone structured framing I remain in.

The fox does not hibernate,
she prevails, clings to life,
And somehow manages to remember how and why to survive despite the appearance of her clothing.

"As darkness covers, we find shelter, our own place to hide" -One Republic, Lullaby