This woodland languishes, in sunlight and peace, casting a spell to slow my steps. Shrewd senses are conjured. Vivid velveteen moss drapes every stump and rock. Curled russet leaves collapse underfoot. Delicate, lacy lichen peels upon slender branches. The petrichor of warm, drying earth inhaled; I am heady with magic. A tiny twitch. Starkly monochrome amongst this autumn palette. I admire shining blackness from her crown flowing towards her pure white breast. Glistening treasures are placed reverently upon a folded, broken oak. What witchcraft is this? Her cloak, dark and iridescent, suddenly spreads and she flies; leaving me in sorrow.
Neville Hunt about 2 months ago
You have completely transported me Rachel. I’m there watching too, smelling the smells and wondering what treasures might lie on the oak. I see the creature in all her monochromatic glory, but with a tinge of iridescent blue as she takes flight. Wonderful use of sensory language and construction, Rachel. Love it!
Frenchie about 2 months ago
Same here. Wonderfully written, Rachel. 😊
Christopher about 2 months ago
I agree with the two sentiments above.