Bugle’s Call

There's a certain quiet comfort In the daily bugle calls Not romantic, not nostalgic, Yet it's ringing through the halls. It's the quiet reassurance That the wolves are held at bay And the knowledge that our safety Is ensured another day There's a rhythm that's established In the promise of "all clear" At dawn, at … Continue reading Bugle’s Call

Thorns

Thorns maketh the kiss And caress of petals soft Exquisitely lush . An accidental poem in response to something by my favorite Wulf. (Because that happens sometimes!)