Red Rider of the Hood
September 2, 2007
Red Riding Hood in the Autumn
Do not mistake
Ignorance or mis-fitting
In these subterranean woods
Where solace lies,
I find caves.
Napping on granite
Lichen covered couches,
Dreaming my way
In synchronous time
The wolf howls
As riveting minds
Imagine reality.
Dancing in rhythm with
creaking trees.
Leaves cackling in
The winter breeze,
I solace the creatures
Of these woods.
kimsmith
Mistress of the Wolves
