Biography of Kiva Forsmark
The mood has not hit me to write poems in a long time so these are poems of long past.
A Wolf And His Sunset
A lone wolf stands erect,
In the shadow of a great pine,
Awaiting his love: the sunset.
As the sun casts it shadow on his darkly handsome face,
It slides towards the horizon.
Then, all of a sudden, there is a burst of color,
What the wolf is waiting for,
The wolf's face, along with his spirit, brightened