Wolf Love Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Those memories again are stirring
Of nights in woodlands days in dew
As if on cue my eyes start blurring
Recalling that forlorn adieu

Your wolf like ways so oft recurring
In my mild mind like mourning doves
The things you said are still occurring
Loud echoes of our long lost love

There have been loves in café settings
In well trimmed parks and boulevards
Short lived those sentimental pettings
Dimmed by new beaus soon afterwards

It’s sad to lose the warm embracings
When passions fade neath city lights
Much harder still to brace in facing
The loss of haunted forest nights.