Woodland Masks By Mckk Today you pick up a new mask, The white one, with the gold-leaf smile. You leave the dark paper one behind, staring up from the darkness of your drawer on top of a pile of more flamboyant faces As you skip down the steps Bearing your mask To wander the woods. The woods have picked a mask as well. Murky blue and wind-blown kisses, Nothing too green, or too breezy; It's the most flattering in this moonlit night. You wander in, your foot cuts into the earth, marking the woodland skin. Your hands press against the bark, finger a fallen leaf and flit pass. The woods watch you, the trees close in, dancing in time with the music - the music of autumn winds. It stretches, drawing you in with its slopes, with a stray flower. Patiently the woodland waits until the party dwindles to a close and you spin and spin and cannot find your way. The murky blue mask slips off with the coming of dawn and you have dropped your mask- only no one knows you. No one knows you.