Remind Me
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

If ever again
I should be in danger
of losing my wild

I will need you
to remind me of this night,
how the wind came roaring

down the hollow,
how leaves scattered
and skuthered

like blizzard-driven snow,
how the great loving eye
of the moon gazed

through ragged sheets
of clouds which raced
across the sky.