Poem -
"MELANCHOLY"
I made myself believe
That it must be
The rustling of the wind
Against the leaves
The sound of the crickets
Serenading the dusk
And the feeling lingered
Like a wraith in my soul
The misty gloom
Of the pale moonlight
I was wistful
Fighting a fierce battle within
Throwing my head back
A howl ripping the air
Wolfbane sends his message
To the Goddess of the hunt
Live again
Deepness surrounds me
I gaze up as humbly
As I know how
Seeking understanding
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Comments
I myself enjoy the soothing sounds of crickets serenading the dusk, Mr. Wolf.
While there is a peaceful serenity to your poem here there's also an underlying tension that slowly builds then mounts.
Suffice it to say that I enjoyed the read.
~Dean Kuch ??