POETRY

Wolf Rune

by Thomas Zimmerman in Issue One, November 2021

The forest lands link earth with heaven,
spruce-tree tips like dendrites of elder earthen gods.

The long, dark, lonely winters swirl within
a song, the singer’s storm-tossed mind at odds
with frozen lakes, the fir trees’ needle-bed.

Moose-haunted evergreens stretch miles and miles,
and fallow fields will waken with the red
and purple flowers of the spring. The wiles

of ancient wolves weave through the singer’s song,
the howls primeval, blood-bonds mingling, strong.

© Thomas Zimmerman

Thomas Zimmerman

Thomas Zimmerman (he/him) teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. His poems have appeared recently in Sledgehammer, The Sparrow’s Trombone, and Spellbinder. Find him at @bwr_tom.

Poetry by Thomas Zimmerman
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