just a dash of happily ever after in her white chiffon dress

deep in a misty autumn wood
you’ll find a girl with feet too cold
               gliding over damp leaves and mossy stone
her white chiffon dress is tattered and torn
adding just a dash of chaos to her porcelain continuity
she contrasts this dense forest canopy in more ways than one

she’s cliche in the sense that:

a.)she dances like no one’s watching
b.) when a tree falls down in the wood, she hears it
&

                 c.)she’s blooming where she’s planted

(but hey, whatever floats your boat, right?.)
or

do what makes you happy.
or

all’s well that end’s well.

and, speaking of endings,
                autumn wiill live happily ever after.
the first snowflakes have started falling
and perhaps her chiffon dress isn’t chiffon at all
winter has returned from it’s ten month business trip
to find autumn’s fair maiden
             dancing to the rythmic swaying (of the branches (of the birches))



and also to raccoon’s wishing they knew how to operate polaroid cameras.