Like Artemis

Like Artemis, you belong to the wood at night
where the moon's rays fall
silently in silver shafts.
A rain of arrows, they pierce the shadows
and find their home
at rest on the forest floor,
luminous and still.

Like Artemis, you've seen the flash of russet,
amid leaves dead beneath your feet
summer's last and lonely flower-
a disconsolate star
in a killing frost
blood-red and
fallen from its sky.