Light shifts its form of elusive cracking beams on the dirt trodden path.
Dawn has passed.
Birds are voluble now, their eyes closed yet tiny throats open in an improvised release, a sonata of sound.
Wind and the trees drone the bass and she feels it, the leaves tenderly caress her face and she reels in it.
The currents of the ghostly vowels of sound’s air parade softly through the burrows of the hare.
And the morning gives birth to the sparkles in which both the green of the water and her eyes share.

Her toes feel the grooves of the earth, tongues of sunlight lick her feet.
Luminosity enthrones its seat.
Smiles of golden grandeur alter the consciousness of the Fox, the Deer, the Badger.
Beyond the tall splendour of the Oaks the four legged ones build their minds like boats.
Floating and traversing the Law, individuality where meets earth to hoof and paw.
And memory is only an illusion that their feral eyes in diminutive moments saw.

She has crossed the threshold of their thoughts, wild remembrance chronicles the scene.
The water gleams.
Hands to her heart and breast,. She sings songs, the ones that movement and water love best.
The element splashes and teases all that is dry and the images transmute the gold of the animals eyes.
The imperial ebbing red Summer stands tall before the youth and the purple uncovering of Fall.
And nothing is everything within the realms of All.

She stays until Light has lifted her silken veil to reveal her duality wrapped in shadows.
The waking of the owls.
The little ones have found their circular nests in the warm places where safety becomes rest.
Like a deep inhalation she rises and returns to where the hearth stacked with peat in warmth burns.
The grasses and the little things dance wild, the evening breeze being cool yet mild,
Wraps around her body with a dreamlike smile.

All is naught in all the while, and she returns to her thoughts with moon lit style.