Wolf Dreams

Poetry

All of the poetry on this page is copyright 2007 by She Wolf (Jane Wolfinbarger).

Little Run Along

Do you know Little Run-Along?
Little Run-Along slips around the corner
And leans against the door frame-
“Oh, there you are,” says Mama,
“Run along now and play.”
Little Run-Along brushes her brown curls
Out of her eyes
And sighs
“Yes, Mama,” and runs along.

Little Run-Along wanders up to the fence
And drapes her arms over it.
Papa looks over and says,
“Oh, there you are.
Run along now and play.”
Little Run-Along wipes her hands on her dress
And sighs,
“Yes, Papa,” and runs along.

Little Run-Along drifts into the kitchen
And slides into a chair.
Grandma looks up and says,
“Oh there you are.
Run along now and play.”
Little Run-Along scratches her leg
And sighs,
“Yes Grandma,” and runs along.

Little Run-Along climbs the stairs
And sits on the top one.
Grandpa looks out a door and says,
“Oh, there you are.
Run along now and play.”
Little Run-Along shakes her head
And sighs,
“Yes, Grandpa,” and runs along.

Little Run-Along plods over to the front steps
And sit on the bottom one.
Her puppy comes over and barks.
“Oh, there you are,” says Little Run-Along,
“Run along now and play.”
Her puppy whines and tucks his tail
And walks slowly away.
Little Run-Along watches him go
And then something catches in her heart
“Wait!” she says, “I’ll come too!”

Lady of the Spring

A wraith

Pale green cloaked

With drifting flowing

Garments around her

Floating on the morning mist

Half unseen

So insubstantial is she

But her colors are the colors

Of the flowers

Of the spring

Lady of the Flowers

Lady of the Spring

 

 

Easter Impressions

 

Easter lilies, spring white

Triumphant bugles

Caroling Resurrection

Easter candle

Tall and new

Burning brightly

Bare crucifix, empty

Draped in white

Leads the way

Green grass beneath

Snow outside

Spring Resurrection

 

 

Minstrel Song

Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Telling stories, singing songs.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Won’t you come along?

He’s tunes to play and songs to sing-
A lute, a flute, a fiddle wild-
Fingers fly and voice trills
Enchanting each and every child.

Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Over hills and through the pass.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Winking at each comely lass!

He’s news to tell and stories, too-
Tales to chill and tales to thrill.
His voice echoes through the night
People listening with a will.

Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Tattered, torn, limping some.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Still he beckons, Come!

He sits beside the fire at night,
His voice rising in a song.
His listeners sit up straight and then-
Old ones smile and sing along.

Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Folks will come from far and near.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Come and listen, for he’s here.

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