In the crisp chill
we howled at the full moon
empathizing with brother wolf
clinging with toes
to pebbles and sand
and prickly forest elements
Closing eyes in the effort
immersed in the thrill
and quickening spirit
Until with cloud,
one-pointedness and voice
drifted away in lingering howl
In a shiver moment was gone
off toward the warmth of slumber