small stone #47

To her own purpose

the fox crosses our path
on soft summer feet

then slips beneath
the feather and fern

of morning

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5 Responses to small stone #47

  1. Teri says:

    Things slip away. Through the magic of words I am blessed to have seen your fox.

  2. barb says:

    Your words paint such vivid pictures in my mind. I have foxes skimming through my property, too – they are welcomed visitors.

  3. 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 🙂

  4. Margo Roby says:

    Love everything about this and the words and imagery are that much more special because of your structure.

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