SHE:

She patted stray puppies & sang songs to old crows,

She talked to red foxes, beneath country hedgerows,

She whispered green poems, to willow´s jade fronds,

She smiled gently to toads, wallowing in cold ponds.

 

She tiptoed through dry leaves & over mossy old stones,

She shared with black ravens, their kept secrets of bones,

She spun shawls divine, from small spiders webbed silk,

She danced beneath the old moon´s, pouring of soft milk.

 

She was nobody´s lover or friend, & still nobody´s fool,

She was an enigma, just a reflection, in life´s fickle pool,

She was merely dim memory, of all dreams passing by,

“She,” all those claiming to see her, were accused of a lie.