Tonight, a hazy
Shroud is draped
Over the ice-moon.

On sacred grey waters
I sit in my row boat,
Gently rocking with
Frigid restless waves.

Lighting from
Shoreline cabins
Masquerade as fires
Burning in the cold
Murkiness of dusk

Hungry, a Wolf cries.
Sundog readies, hidden
Behind twilights horizon,
Where diamond dust
Crystals await dawn
To tame the beast.

But, as of this night,
I Howl.

Thriving in the biting
Cold briskness that
Wails deep within
Winters obscurity,
Lapping swells sway