PHANTOM OF THE FOREST

Photo by S. Auberle

in the green wood

Crow calls rain coming

drops soon begin falling

drought-stricken leaves

curl on the path,

transforming

into vessels of holy water

trees all open mouths and arms

beckoning

wayfarers to rest

in their mossy laps

surrender

to the embrace of rough roots

damp, entwined limbs whispering:

come, you won't be sorry...

-mimi