Where are you going
whirred the wind
as she tripped at my feet
nagged at my sleeve
wait up she cried
you are faster than I
this morning
why
and the rain dropped
insisting I slow up a pace
but I kept her in tow
always one step behind
and the crow
even he
flapped his wet windy wing
but could not keep me shadow
today
I am off and away
from all feather and fuss
and all weathery muss
I take to the hills of
my kind of ideal
with a crow
and the rain
and the wind
at my heel

Sara Mathews     January 2023

Maxfield Parrish