The Howling

The children to feed;
all the bills still to pay
and the howling.

The emails to answer
the things I should say
and the howling.

“Remember tomorrow
forget yesterday”
says the howling:

“You carry such sorrow?
Then give it away
to the howling.”

Wind, sound, surrender
the trees’ dreadful sway
to the howling

Whisper, “Wake with the sound
of a pure poetry”
called the howling.

With thanks to Nick Reeves, for Wilderness Tips.