By Stephan Pisko

As she strolls over trembling twigs – floating and flaunting the sweet smell of cedars –

Like a gaming gazelle she stops suddenly but only shortly on the carpet like floor to soak up the warm wild wind she captures –

The fragrance of the day charms the night but nothing more charming as to see her in the forest –

The trees tease a mystery murmuring as she softens sensually it mingles the moment –

This girl glows like the purple plight of a butterfly – fleeing and finding a stone she sits – then rises rhythmically to awakening acorns’ pleading pinecones’ – the stumps’ sing with fallen fire as the green growth grins with humorous hiss –

The dress that covered her body below carried an essence fantasy forgets but reality remembers the girl in the

forest –