“wolves, lower” (found tanka)

the mountains sheeted
ice and snow silent and taut
snow peaks cut the sky
the steaming wolves—rush—gain ground
taking of life forbidden

What I’m Reading:

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.”

— Robert Louis Stevenson / “Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes”