To her own purpose
the fox crosses our path
on soft summer feet
then slips beneath
the feather and fern
Things slip away. Through the magic of words I am blessed to have seen your fox.
Your words paint such vivid pictures in my mind. I have foxes skimming through my property, too – they are welcomed visitors.
A beautiful piece, which seems sureal to me, like a fairy tale, as we don’t have foxes crossing our paths in New Zealand. Thanks for sharing 🙂
Love everything about this and the words and imagery are that much more special because of your structure.
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