Triolet for a Wolf

image from Wikimedia , artist, Gustave Doré

(in the Public Domain)

Triolet for a Wolf

One afternoon deep within the wood,

I was warm when you came near:

You leaned your coat against me and there I stood,

one afternoon deep within the wood.

I didn't move although I thought I should--

your heat and silence were enough to fear--

 but that afternoon deep within the wood,

I was so warm when you came near.

Illustrator, Vivienne? 1947

Wishing Poem (prompt from Monday's Child)

I wish to lick the moon,

to hold your tears in a sugar spoon.

I wish the snow were made of gold

and I wish the young were never old.

I wish my eyes were brown, not blue

and the sky could recall each bird that flew.

I wish my thirst would let me be

and that dish of milk were enough for three.

I wish to fill a wishing well

and then go fishing for a spell.