Snow was settled on the pine
branches and the steep roof tops.
A cold wind whistled through the trees.
Ice was getting thick on the pond nearby
While ducks gathered in groups.
Rabbits had long ago hidden themselves.
An owl was hooting from a tree nearby
unable to see the mouse that had left
his tracks in the blowing snow.
Stars twinkled overhead with a bright
Venus in the west and the crescent
of a new moon, just above the eastern
mountain of rugged snowy peaks
rising above the wind-swept spruce.
The smell of a wood fireplace was
overpowering all other smells.
A lost dog stood outside the window
of the log cabin home, looking in at
the family eating their Christmas dinner
in front of a decorated pine tree with
lights, bulbs, tinsel and presents.
Wolves were howling on top of the hill.
The call of the wild!
Was this dog to find love or death this night?
He turned and headed toward the howling,
but heard a rustling noise and a growl.
Just then the cabin door opened.
The small dog sprinted in to open arms
just in time to avoid a ravening wolf.
A warm meal and loving people awaited.
Good descriptive poetry capturing the essence of cold winter night. The smell of firewood overpowers all other smells suggesting extreme and harsh winter. Thanks for sharing.
I say he finds death - - - - - if he goes to the top of the hill to meet the wolves! The dog in the picture doesn't look like the kind who would do that. I say let him in and share the dinner with him. Enjoyed the poem. I love the outdoors.
Yes, that would be the best choice. I once had a dog that would go and ring the neighbor's doorbell.
Bust out the figgy pudding! ! ! ! and hot dogs... very nice, love the nome d'plume 2
Thanks. I don't understand nome d'plume (2) . The Google explanations were all in a foreign language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spock, I like this poem very much! Your descriptive words convey the feeling of a cold winter night very well. I only wish you would find a different last line. A friend of mine, living in the high mountains of Colorado years ago prayed on Christmas eve for a baby brother or a puppy. She didn't care which. There was a scratching noise at the door, they opened it and found a dog! It became her dear friend. So I would say the dog found a new life.
I have added a verse and rearranged the other verses. I think you will like it better. If not...
Thanks much. Someone told me that suspense was good in poems. I will think about changing the last line or adding a verse or two.