Copyright © Isabella Dalzell 2020. All RIghts Reserved.
The mountain lake drips
streams like globs of mercury
down snow-dusted, fir- shaded
razored valleys carved by ice
inching into limestone.
Trickling waters irrigate the
terraced slopes of homesteads
and flood the alluvial plain
sweeping, pebbled and sandy into
the azure pond of the Mediterranean.
In that many-pinnacled landscape
a wolf sits, alone, and howls
white-throated into the
bilberry-blue of the sky
nose pointing at stellar sparks.
Moon glowing soft, yellow as butter
ears pricked tense and quivering
listening for a reply.