Little giggles
and quiet titters
in the spot where
shadows
meet light
and moss drapes
while delicate tendrils
of vines and roots
tangle together
I hear you
I’m waiting
Come play
Little buds kiss the air
offering promises
of flourishing growth
and warmer weather
as pink tips stretch
and begin to swell
reaching for the sun
soon leaves will stretch
and open wide
and buds will unfurl
to flutter
petal soft blossoms
in balmy morning
breezes
Deep in the forest
where moss and fern grow
and branches tangle
and sway to and frow
there lives a fence
made of metal and chain
that stretches
between trunks
and stands tall
and unstained
how did it get here?
from where did it come?
this lost bit of linkage
out of place and alone