Gossamer flakes
Lightly dust the branches
As we stand under them with
Dusk washing over us
Waiting for
A glimmer
A thrush of tiny wings
The tinkling laugh
We’ve come to recognize
And anticipate
She appeared
Riding a doe
Tenderly mincing
Through to forest
Pretending not to notice us
Everything is safe here
Everything is well
Fragile dragonfly wings
Crisp with frost
Stretched out behind
Trailing stained glass shadows
Illuminated by sunset
Laughter peels
A terrific, heartrending sound
As if a wind chime were being
Thrashed in a storm
Echoing off the stoic trees
She thinks it’s hilarious
How we wait for her every year
To catch a glimpse
Of our forest guardian
On her yearly once over through
The woods behind our house
Freezing, like tourists at a zoo
Waiting for the bears to
Come out and play
Silly humans.
A contest entry
- What Dreams May Come .... With Nurse Chilly by Cat.
2000 points, ended December 30, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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silly humans indeed!- so very dream like and fantasy laden- a nice romp complete with all the right touches..
thanks so much for entering
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silly humans... how clever is that. yes we are silly and sometimes we should believe more in those things that whisper in the trees
a lovely write, many thanks for entering our contest and good luck too..
G.x
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féerique!
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