“The Wolf in Winter’s Wool” Dark Poem by Algo (Alec Gourley)

The day glossed, lost to a tar black starry brush

The trees bare, stare at the water’s moonlit rush.

Waking leaves, unmaking their burnt orange bed

Walking, talking, eulogize departed seasons dead.

The year near end and only quarter full

The dark dresses the wolf in winter’s wool.

Algo is from Ireland.  In self imposed self isolation, Algo only wears black and enjoys studying the school of Austrian Economics, reading comic books and meditating. Algo once believed he was a nihilist but now believes in something higher.

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