the Winter Forest
i was alone
in a room in a house in the town
and somewhere nearby
or maybe far away
the trees waved
a strange hello
"don't go into the woods alone"
but i didn't listen
for there was something that called me
oh so sweetly
into the forest that night
and in the morning with dark eyes
she wakes cloaked in December's dreary mantle
and sleeps
and wakes again
and there with the birds perched lightly on the feeder's cage she thinks;
"if i was small like the junco i too could
fit between the bars of the cage
but i am small
like me"
