Sunlight ran through the forest

fleet feet mazing and shade on her heels.
Darkness followed, dog-like, in ground pursuit.
She spread her wings and leapt
into the treetops
where she perched, a golden presence
until,
like the Cheshire Cat,
she faded slowly away
till only her smile,
the afterglow cupped in the topmost leave’s hands,
remained.
And then that too
disappeared
and the stars sprinkled their shimmer on every leaf
that shivered in her absence
in the forest of whispering trees
and prowling darkness.
— Excerpt from Advice the Autumn Crone Gave Me On Climbing the Wall by Annette Marie Hyder