A Lost Child
The wolves
howl.
The pines
harvest
darkness
from the air,
horde it beneath
their limbs.
Wrapped
in an apron,
her mother
stands
in the black
by the deep well
holding a candle,
the dancing flame
a final hope.
S. Thomas Summers is an Author, Teacher/Professor of Literature, Writing, and Philosophy at Wayne Hills High School and Passaic County Community College
Copyright © 2016 by S. Thomas Summers
Randomly Accessed Poetics 
S. Thomas Summers represents the value of autonomy in a child seeking survival in a world of wolves defining for us a fine observer’s psychological understanding
perceived in an understanding of pathos of a recognition and realization in the
language of candor of violence reflecting our times yet there is a candle of hope from darkness.
BZ Niditch