The woman in red
With Mom’s love of nature expressed in her poetry, I have to wonder …
Who is this woman in red?
A cardinal?
Red squirrel?
Or maybe, just maybe, a red fox.
Here’s Mom‘s poem:
The Curve / The Cave
I will always wonder
where the woman in red went
she was my music
I knew her loved her
wrote her on the page
and in my heart
a lover came out of the East
with voice and eyes and hands so tender
she became his flower
don’t say a word, she cautioned
I am his
then I became a ghost
and wandered in a netherland
with unheard voices
no one seen
often I reached out for her
crying her name
until the day she came to me
to say goodbye
I will disappear she said
around a curve into a cave of light
where he is waiting
I must go
The three forsythias under the maple
bloomed like bridesmaids
as she went her way in white
around the curve in the cave of light
and vanished
~ joan vayo ~ April 12, 2002
“The Curve / The Cave” © 2002 Joan Vayo. All rights reserved.
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