Beside The Trees, Deciduous
Clouds cling – fast.
‘Midst the dawn’s chill, she watched the night-time passing westward as she felt the tide of heat fall on her bare skin.
Upon a time, once, long ago, in a place that I know not, a hooded child (in a crimson coat) through forest paths did trot…
In nature’s nightless, new-born form I met the mossy fern.