Perhaps you didn’t notice
How I slipped away on the wind
Spinning wildly
A gleam in my eye
With the first hint of ice
I caught fire
I doubt you will find me
In all my forest conspiracy
Soft hollows
And dusk
Unclaimed shadow
I will disappear to the depth
Winnow down in the soul of it
And weep
As only the wind can
Sara Mathews October 2020
Artwork: Pamela R Tarbell (used with permission)
