Dancing Flames and Darkness

Today, for reasons unknown, I was thinking about the Big Bad Wolf.

A Lost Child

The wolves
howl.
The pines
harvest
darkness
from the air,
horde it beneath
their limbs.

Wrapped
in an apron,
her mother
stands
in the black
by the deep well
holding a candle,
the dancing flame
a final hope.

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