Wild Woman, On the Move

Wonderful art by Catrin Welz-Stein

with permission

Wild Woman walks in a world of wonder.
Small singing birds fly over and under;
they lead her into the forest wild,
where she's been at home since she was a child.

Wild Woman speaks with talking trees,
strides along the shore in the playful breeeze.
A spirit-wolf guards her as she goes.
She cannot see him, but she knows.

Wild Woman has a secret world,
that all the wild ones have unfurled.
She knows and goes where the wild things are.
She doesn't have to travel far.

Wild Woman, why is there such trouble
in the world? Each day it doubles.
Hide in the forest, children mine,
and don't come out till suppertime.


for Poem a Day in April. And for Brendan at earthweal.