A Wood Woman

One day a woman of wood stood in the sun and became anew

She watched all with looks of scowls and mean eye

Looking at all with no emotion she acknowledge full stoicism hers

Contrary Contrary she looked as her heart died

Wind rain snow she stood fast and rolled an eye this way and that and hissed sighing louder louder

Debating on why she saw a sight that stirred her curiosity intrigue and made her alive

Running running she picked up an infant of lost and made her her own and scowl no more emotion she felt free contrary no more eyes rolled no more for her heart jumped and cried mine with sweetness of all joy

Now a wood woman no more

By

Felicia McCaw