stealer of seasons

Such a tragedy when one is so young.

fate is a cruel being. with hands rough from betrayal, thorn fingers sharp & shaped like love, they have ensnared & captured. the sacrificial animal; wild & plucked from sheltered forest; bound before you & petal open. languages apart; what is this strange uncharted world where no has not yet taken root? O wicked wolf, fangs that mark what is not yours. O wicked wolf, stealer of fruit & the seasons , bringer of salty silver rivers: your pelt is my shelter, warm fire against the frost of your eyes. it is autumn & the fruit is scarce. it is autumn & the leaves crush below your feet like my bones in your teeth. & do you think of me now?& howl at the moon? i love you , savage beast.