Swirling sage spheres dissolve the… Perfect, air-filled pockets, rolling, surging, bursting. Tawny slinks play; tumbling over,

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,

Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket

Dewy twilight fell outside, transparent breeze crept in, washing over all. Midnight hours swallowed; a shared,

As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves… Plumes of them across the sky. Bu… Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, go… past. Delicately brushing my face,… my senses. Such a beautiful scene,…

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds

Mysterious, midnight messenger, bearing life’s flare, emerging, swooping,

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Cloaked in cloud, milky fullness, gleams but is not seen. A silvery shepherd,

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.