I stand in awe. I believe the measure of a good poem is how easily the reader could slide into the emotional skin of the poem and live within it. I am sure many readers identify and flourished in the world of your poem.

I too, I am happy to say, did so but I wonder if I was being arrogant to want to assume so much? On reading a second time I thought perhaps 'she' was Mother Nature and the slipping away was humankind.

The mind and heart collide.

It is like Prospero at the end of the Tempest burying his staff so many fathoms deep.

Lovely poem. Race forward into the good night of 2022.