Crisp the air; cool, refreshing the breeze
Clear, the night sky, looking like glitter
Silvery the full moon, peeking atop the trees
Into the woods she gazed, and felt a shiver
But go! She must! Quickly, no time to waste
A cabin in the woods, soon there she must be
Witching hour’s coming, she must make haste
Tired she’s feeling, for her basket’s heavy!
Walk, run; through the woods, a narrow path
All around, shadows; with the breeze, moving
Fearful, she is, of dark creatures’ wrath
Red hood she held tight; she started humming
Herself, to calm down; she’s almost out of breath
Chilly, the night; in the crystal air, foreboding!
Humming, she kept on; from childhood, a song
The lyrics, pleasant; her mother taught her
Happy memories; to cheer her dreary walk along
But in her heart, a numbing dread and fear!
Brilliantly, above, the moon and the stars shone
But under tall trees; life-like, shadows are
Scary night sounds, forest creatures groan
So within her, fear, duty; furiously at war!
At last, cabin in the woods, she saw it!
From the windows; to the woods, light streams
Unfounded, her fears; it revives her spirit
Grandma’s home! Finally over, her bad dreams!
Nothing can go wrong now! For sure!
Then why is she still feeling insecure?
© Vic Evora