Wolf Ways

Shape Shifter by Diane Elizabeth Stanley

The Wind is Singing through the trees
with winging Eagles,
swept up atop majestic mountain's high.
A Song of Colors, Energies, life's rainbow.
Spirit's mingling in every breathe
that's heard and shared
and every hush that falls and sighs,
with this wilderness It cries!

We are One! Montana skies and rising Sun.

Great Wilds of Wonder living here
with all it's magic.
Trees salute the skies,
yet, bend and grow.
Forest, woods, rocks hewn
and flowers dancing.
Bending down to kiss the ground
in sunshine, rain or snow.

Sprawling wilderness hugs Mountains
in all seasons.
Steep or valleys deep
and sleeping far below.

Drinking up the waters,
rushing by them,
splashing 'round and through
the soul's renewal,
washing over you!

Thirsty, crystal blue and clear.
Tell me can you Hear!
Nature speaks in whispers,
thunder, joy and runs.

A Dreaming pool of Many
and All the Ages.

Streams and Rivers flowing freely in the Sun.

Sages, write and reach again,
Living Pages in the wind.
Etching rocky hills and paths
Serenity, Solitude, walks past.

Lying, down in deepy grass.
Flying wings that rise, and spread and Pass.

FREEDOM!

Freedom drifting down,
covering the ground,
as it was meant to be
running, growling, growing
scurried, rushed or flowing.
Sun Dancers, prancing, strutting, dancing
in the winds of Now and yesterday.
All Their footsteps old and young,
they are One.

Montana skies and setting Sun.

Every, All, WE
Spirit's become One.

As Then...into her realm she comes...
Walking Wilderness and Grace.

Beauty washes 'ore this place.

Wolf's Way's Wild Wood Princess
walks these pathways winding down,
around the curving, narrowing
trail ways that they,
the pathfinders, her beloved wolves,
have shared and tread upon.
Padding along unhurried,
on booted, certain feet.

Following around, before, behind her,
Aloof the wolf, he is not so,
not so with she.

Devoted, Faithful, Family, the Pack,
enjoys the sunshine,
comfortable in step in company.

Ah! When, then they Stop,
Sensing something, Suddenly.

Moving out of reach and touch,
Paused, Poised Expectancy is such,
Tensing, Tension, Apprehension.
Ears are perched and pointing,
Listening.
Noses intake, sniff, the scent and Wait.

Fate, Awaiting Fate.

Eyes, alert are searching skyline, lakes,
trees, shrubs, bramble, trembles,
rocks, ground, quakes.

There is danger in the wind.

The slayer, breathes heavy
and they feel him,
the predator comes again.
And he has come for them.

The Spirit's Cry.
In the blue Montana skies.
Weeping, the echo and the sigh,
Mystical on High.
Mountains hear the pain
now, running, screaming out it's name.

Danger comes Death waits.

Wolf's Way and her Princess
hearts are pounding,
quickening steps,
scatter, run, and hide
for they hunt you
with bullets, guns.

Taking Life is justified.

Something has died within,
inhumane breasts,
humanity suppressed
makes victims of us all,
we the yearning rest,
become the Quarry, Prey Conquest.

Shots are fired, heard
ringing, stinging, zinging,
sharp and piercing through,
falls the princess and her young
shattered bones and hearts for some.
Howling out in pain.
Targeted they aim
to feel like men they claim...
The kill. Spirits, bloods are spilled.

I wonder why
men need to feel like this
death called upon and kissed.
Victims are the slain,
blood bled and shed in vain
under blue Montana skies.

Hear the spirit's cry
Our Father shakes his head and sighs.
Teardrops, falling from His eyes
spilling from the skies,
on this, His Hallowed Ground.
Weeping for the spirits come and gone
and yet, to be.
He blesses all in love and His mercy,

Now, Held Timeless In the sky,
in the blink and Nod
of God's own eye.

In Wolf's Way, today
A grieving Princess sheds her tears,
heartbroken drenched in pain.
As a howl heard throughout the heavens,
gives voice to the darkening skies,
of midnight blue.
Wolves are gathering beneath them too!

Hear their cries.
Under Dark Montana skies.

Fallen Brother by Diane Elizabeth Stanley

Baying at the Moon, a mournful, tune.
Unashamed.
Broken hearts all grieve the same.

Looking into, spilling into,
their Princess they are One!
One spirit all who have come and gone
yet, still are here and run
not forgotten, nor forsaken
part of Wind, and Earth and Sun!

One Spirit, all One Spirit
We and They are One.

October 23,1999

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