December Poem by Simon Morgenstern

It was on that foggy day.
mid December years ago.
I finished digging up the grave.
then covered it up with muddy snow.

then I placed a wooden cross.
a symbol meaningless and cold
that couldn´t help the one I´ve lost.
in those days of old.

Ii was back on my frosty way.
that I presumed was road back home.
but return still I await.
cold and lifeless ad quite alone.

the darkness quickly came around.
covering the teary snows.
and the only distinct sound
was of the north wind that blows.

then I listened very closely.
it sounded almost like a song.
eerie cold and very ghostly.
slowly chanting on and on.

and the wolves began to howl.
and the snow started glowing red.
I heard beasts and their painful growls.
on the road that onward spread.

still the snow was clear.
and the woods around me still.
but echoes would not disappear.
haunting me and always will.

finally I hit the door
running, leaping filled with fear.
I was back.I came home.
but still the wolf howls I could hear.

and there it was amid my room
the wolf whiter then the frosts.
hind him a figure I´ve presumed
yet whose figure I know did not.

then she stepped forward
and I have seen.
the one I just had laid to rest.
the one that filled my lonely dreams.
in her muddy wedding dress.

her eyes alive and full of fire.
the wolf sleeping at her feet.
a smile honest, yet bit tired.
I could barely believe.

and now a twenty years have passed.
and life goes on in its own pace.
I´m peaceful with her at last,
yet one mystery still haunts my dreams.

who lies in that lonely grave
forever in the winters snows
who died on that fogy day
mid December years ago?