Shifting Foliage

Sunlight splinters through shifting foliage,

casting dappled shade on the forest floor.

Each parcel of light has an origin,

though only the savant might trace its path.

Across this shimmering carpet she walks,

leaving image echoes in her wake.

The hare, wily shy, sits up in the grass,

ears aloft
listening to her laughter.

The crane, stands steady,

eye beaded,
missing not a step she takes.

The dog fox, traitor to the thicket,
lifts his head,
catching her scent, sweet and fresh.

Wild flowers, weak and fragile, stretch higher,

risking all,
for a glimpse. Just a glimpse.

Resolutely she walks on,

dainty feet tracing the path of life.
Forward. Forever forward.