Nowhere to run to

Hear the quick wind, its rasping voice,
it knows she’s made her choice.
Chasing worry shadows in the rain,
kicking her shallow vanity case pain.
In the woods, over pebble over brook,

the water remembers the life she forsook.
Late autumn leaf curtain curling brown,
beads of worry wash her frown.
Echoes in the backwaters of her mind
where common sense stumbles blind.

Wolf bright, seductive and sharp,
a voice like a humming Jews harp.
With fast fingers fast food he eats,
open mouth with room for deceit.
He walks quickly with supple feet.

What a sight, here she comes,
walking on lighting crumbs.
With her Red Riding Hood cape
pulled tight around the nape,
a strange life of worry to escape.

She asks so much foresooth,
did she really want the truth?
Love played falsely, the devils card,
Wolf smiles, this one will fall hard.

Later, in the park where the frost grows
pulling in her cape a bitter wind blows.
Finding there was no after glow
s he writes messages in the settling snow.