Wild Woman Flies Her Freak Flag

There goes Wild Woman,

head way back, 

just grinning at the sky,

sploshing through the ice and slush

as if it were July.

Her boots expose her knobby knees;

she'd better look around.

While she is talking to the trees,

she just might fall right down.

She says good morning to the crows

who are making such a din.

She's all adrift in wonder

at this miracle we're in.

The beauty of this planet

and the gift of one more day

fills her heart with feelings

that are much too big to say.

She's looking at a world

that's just as pretty as you please.

There goes Wild Woman grinning,

freak flag waving in the breeze.