© Kathy Labrum McVittie 27 February 2024

Tonight Lisa from dVerse Poets Pub is leaping forth poetically in anticipation of this year’s Leap Day when the heart and voice of an amorous woman might turn boldly to their quarry.

The advances and retreating of the tide’s waving (or drowning) occupy many a tearful tempestuous torrent for me currently. Yesterday as the reverberations of my drum faded I penned – in red ink – these lines:

Leaping wolf eggs

In the nick of time
I sent the white wolf
back to his own leap-land
though longed to run my fingers
between his alert ears,
cradling the egg of his cranium

soothing and regulating
your inner children
with voice and lullaby
and together greeting
the western lands
where Amitabha sits
holding in spacious hands
the egg of the universe

© Kathy Labrum McVittie 27 February 2024