Witch
Who said a witch need be
as tall as me? I met a witch
thinner than my finger
who flew on moth wings.
I asked her one or two things.
She said her task was finding
seeds to replant trees
after wildfires
I asked what is your name?
She said she could not tell
those two words in her spell.
She said I could call her Hope,
how humans learn to cope.
Tricia Knoll has been watching the news of all the fires in the West as fall settles its flame colors on the trees of New England. For more poetry, visit triciaknoll.com
[image: Evergreen tree sprouts in the ashes of a forest fire | jamievanbuskirkimage]
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