Winter of Wolves

This poem was written  for the, "Journey Through Genres" contest.
The genre prompt is NATURE.
The poet is sad because there are no rhymes for the the word, nature, so he employs Wolf, who also has no rhyming mate to write a poem in free verse.


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"There is no rhyme in nature," howls the wolf

Birds and lizards

The words of wizards'

Like whales and snails

Beast or fowl

Now howl, in nature, "no rhyme for the wolf"

The poorest of tourists on this planet's granite

Chorused most sorest, in the fallen forest

No rhyme, with no reason

In nature's last season

Oh howl, so foul, now nature's lone wolf

Needs and exceeds then impedes plain's rains

No grains, and no feeds

Just some dust and some weeds

On the edge of nature, the wolf's silence is heard

No breeze through the trees

No song of a bird

No nature, no wolf, and no rhyme

No rhyme, yet, there's time set, for one final notion

The unfulfilled promises adrift on the ocean

In nature, the wolf scowls, there is no rhyme

21 lines.