At Wolf Hour

by John Oughton

Close eyes.  Go to the oak—
you will know it in your dream.
Sensible footwear is recommended,
but otherwise wear what you  like—
chain mail, V-neck robe of orange flame,
a mesh of living orchids.

Walk through the park,
we will spread out,
humming a favourite tune,
see what the night brings.

This is your dream,
its end unknown.
Some participants are still
walking, musing, following
their threads
to the dawn.

— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 3